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I’m here in Brighton from eight days. I don’t have words to explain my feelings now. Everywhere I turn my head there’s beauty and since when my teacher gave me the topic “what is beauty?” I cannot stop thinking at all the beauty I see here. I cannot stop thinking at my reaction and my feelings in front of Van Gogh’s bedroom in Arles. Beauty. That’s all.
I’m also thinking a lot about my relationship. I cannot think about love because it makes me feel miserable. I have like the feeling that there’s so much to see, to love, to try but actually I can’t move. I cannot stop listening to “lost stars” and “my heart is open” and think about something and someone which is very far to reach. Maybe that person doesn’t even realise who I am. It’s already too much if I’m just a name for him.

Two luggages (one weights 17 kilos, quite more than me) read and everything is going good with the university. Everything has to keep going this way because I’m feeling better. After this long trip to Brighton the dream I’ve been waiting for is going to start and it’s a long road to see the end. Sometimes I think I’ve grown up so fast, too fast, expecially when I look at my 2-years-old and new born cousins. They’ve got all their lives before their eyes, everything to be decided. 

I do need to make my eyebrows, better think positive or I’ll make big mistakes again. ha. ha. ha.

IMMATRICOLATA! 

Giorno 1 Settembre. Segreteria studenti, sede Policlinico.
Ancora devo cominciare e già vedo davanti a me sei (si spera) anni di stress. 

30/08/14 - La foto si intitola “dottoressa tempura” perché rende bene l’idea della mia passione per la medicina e per il misto fritto. (La collana che indosso è fatta col fimo ed è a forma di cuore, con tanto di arterie e vene, ed è l’accessorio al quale tengo di più dopo i due Pandora. E no, non vi dirò mai dove l’ho presa.)

30/08/14 - La foto si intitola “dottoressa tempura” perché rende bene l’idea della mia passione per la medicina e per il misto fritto. 
(La collana che indosso è fatta col fimo ed è a forma di cuore, con tanto di arterie e vene, ed è l’accessorio al quale tengo di più dopo i due Pandora. E no, non vi dirò mai dove l’ho presa.)

August is coming to an end. In four days I’m leaving. I still love him to death. 

Wind of change. I just want these days before my leaving to be good and fast because I don’t want to make important decisions without a calm mind. 

In less than a week I’m going to Brighton with Andrea and other people from my high school so I need to practice more my English. We’re going to have an entry test, lessons and a final test there in England and another one here, when we’ll come back home. You silly bastards. 
Anyway I wish I could learn as much as possible strange words, phrasal verbs (I feel so pretty and sophisticated when I use them) and above all idioms. That’s what makes you feel like a British bitch.
Wi-fi will be there but I hope not to connect so much, I really need to cut off (British bitch on) from people here, parents, friends (or so they say) and even boyfriend in order to make up my messy mind because these autumn and winter are going to be the hardest of the hardest I’ve ever had. Driving licence, Cambridge C2 exam, starting of Medical School… My head is already spinning around. 

Non l’avrei mai pubblicato, ma ho dovuto, visto che sono state le parole più belle che io abbia ricevuto in questi giorni. (Parolacce e iastemme comprese. Quelle sono le mie fav. Dopo il fatto che oltre ai soldi merito anche la felicità). Ti voglio bene Ari.

Non l’avrei mai pubblicato, ma ho dovuto, visto che sono state le parole più belle che io abbia ricevuto in questi giorni. (Parolacce e iastemme comprese. Quelle sono le mie fav. Dopo il fatto che oltre ai soldi merito anche la felicità). 
Ti voglio bene Ari.

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I swear I could touch the sky! 🎶 #inspicio #miseno #readytogo #tuesday #gaudì #afrojack #tenfeettall #fissa