whenever i wanna cry i think about Van Gogh he was such a nice and lonely dude all he wanted was for people to love him he ate yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him oh god oh god that’s so sad i can’t breathe
jakże mi miło! dziękuję!
i’m in that moment of my life when i’m starting to think what am i doing with my studies? if i chose my dreamy school which is rada in london (or lambda if rada won’t work at the beginning) then i’d have to leave everything and everyone here and started living in a whole new country (yes, it was meant to be a reference to ‘a whole new world’) but if i’d stay, then of course, my life would be filled with meetings with my friends, spending weekends with my family and stuff but i guess i’d be carring this feeling of being one of many polish students doing in their lives not what they’ve always wanted to do but staying where they are and pretending they’re feeling fine.
but the first option is amount to a hard working and pen-pushing. second one is easier. it’s not i’m not ambicious. i’m ambicious as hell but i’m lazy too.