I am scared of the flight home. I leave in four months and going home will be sad, but nothing frightens me more than knowing I have this long journey ahead of me, where all I will think about is who and what I am leaving.
I paint my nails because my friend Dáší always has something to say about them. Usually she thinks I am being aggressive, but it is funny and I like it.
I fall. A lot. Thankfully when no one is looking, but it seems like quite often I find myself on the ground and I know I do not faint, but I also do nott know how I got there.