Home again
So I decided to apply to teach in couple of places. Access declined is my guess, but I’m so negative with everything. Do I have something to offer, yes I do. How can I offer it in easily accepted form. That is the challenge. I’m so easily dissapointed.
So we came back home last night and already I can feel the depression creeping. It’s matter of money, not the people. Or maybe it’s a matter of… self confidence? Sometimes I don’t see anything that I can really do.
It’s all matter of belief.
I met a lot of lovely people. How’s that then.
Some of them I’ve met before, some of them I’ll meet again.
At this state of mind, it might be bloody useless to write anything about everything.
Everything is the same.
I can’t convince even myself.
