NOVEMBER 14, 2009.
Early in the morning.
Blank. I feel like empty. 
My thoughts are full. I'd like to put them down. But nothing comes. It seems as if I am only able to write when I am -or feel at least- unhappy. I am not sure it means that I am happy -even if I do really feel happy like every single day here- because I know that I could be happier if such or such thing -mmh yeah yeah- was different. Weird. Maybe my mind just figured out how to ignore what is happening miles away from me. But if so, I am wondering what's going to happen when I will be back over there...

Am I only supposed to feel something?