Two toasts and a coffee. Wearing a long tracksuit and disheveled hair, as well as disheveled thoughts. 

Once you start to get used to peace it's hard to burst it. And I won't even hesitate if I have to, but my conscience is something I'm always struggling with. It's always wanting to do things and it won't even stay a single day without being all hassled for my thoughts.

I just want to be happy. Mediocrely happy. Without thinking that I have to spend the whole day doing stuff but exams are about to come and I don't need to lose my target now that everything is so close to its end. There's no point at giving up now, I have to start the frenzy once again, and put some batteries to my heart.