Yet one week is almost finished, they just seem to pass by without effort and without difficulty. The number of days until I get on a plane is schrinking down slowly. But this time, this flight, will be different or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

I've got a couple of weeks of work before going to this lovely music festival and once again I can act like a foolish youth for a couple of days. However, youth is wasted on the young. I reckon I grew up too quickly. It almost feels like it happened over night, like the progress of growing up just rushed by and I can't quite put my finger on when or what it was. It has its flaws but I seem to like it this way. Maybe because it is the only way that I know how to act.