I didn't sleep well this night. Boyfriend was out having a Christmas party and came back around 6.30am. He spent 4 hours in a hospital with a colleague, who tripped when leaving the club and broken her leg! They waited for one hour for an ambulance and finally had to take a cab.
I'm not feeling good these days. Combination of homesickness, no job and festive atmosphere around does not help me at all. It may sound selfish, because it probably is, but I hate that people around are happy, I hate that they are complaining about work or telling me that they have to find a second job for weekends, because they'd love ti have extra cash. I hate thinking about my life over and over again and regretting that I've studied what I studied. I hate that I can't turn back time.