Sightseing new venues. Apparantly coming home in a different geer to be expected to conform or not? Quietly moving onwards. New venues to be explored. Old and new opposites transforming. I have no clue. I am drifting. I want to move on. Contrasts. Ego is playing tricks on me. Fighting. Laughing. To be authentic. What does that mean? I will concentrate and order the things I like. There’s always a reason. Nothing just happens out of the blue. I feel disorientated. I don’t want to conform. This is who I am, I don’t want the classes anymore, the disinterested children, the waste, the blabla nonsens. I want to become whole again. Flexible. Ready and in love with life.