To Me, You, Everyone and No One,

2023. February 2023 to be specific.

Breathe.

Bring pink hair on, all my dreams squeezed in my backpack along with a few T-shirts, 5 pairs of knickers and 3 pairs of socks. Spoiler, love my knickers and socks but I feel like I have lost a few dreams while packing and unpacking here and there, not sure what I'm pursuing anymore.

Ended my year in England and despite the unconditional love of my friends, England felt like a judge and it doesn’t matter how hard I have tried to seduce him, you will never know if he likes you or not. I kind of needed England to remind me that 2022 was like a chess game, a harsh and beautiful one at the same time and of course I lost the game.

Heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time, 2022 will be remembered as the year I have lost my family and all the comfort I have ever known.

2022 punched me in the face with his bare hands, multiple times. There is beauty in that.

Fireworks and screams,

Anna