After 3 long months without doing anything but sleepin', school's come back. The 15th of september, the day which children have more fear, knocked on my door and said: "today is the day, the day in which u start again to study, without any rest... be rady cuz we start right now". It was 6:00 am so i didnt give it much importance but while i was in my first class, I was thinking in what 15th of september said to me 2 hours ago...
Well, after 2 weeks of school I'm still alive, a little bit stressed (yes, only 2 f****ng weeks and I'm stressed), but alive. I've had 3 exams... 1 passed, 1 surely failed and 1 is a doubt...
Now, first weekend without studyng after starting school, I really dunno what to do, what brings me to think if school and study is truely good... but I can asure u that no, studying is not good.

I've lived 2 weeks and I have fear in me... fear of seeing the 15th of September... saying me to wake up to start school once more...