I just feel like my life was coming back, after months, or years, of a lot of work and college stuffs to do.
I just feel living again, having some time for me, for myself.
Having some time to stop and see what's around, and say that, using my fucked English.
But the fact is, that I'm so glad.
I'm happy for see all the things I've passed recently, and how much I've grown up with them.
And how I'm a lucky man. For everything I have today, I'm really a lucky man, in a really good life.