Meatballs and volunteerwork

Okay, i'm having an idea right now, once again. I wanna get out of Barcelona just for a while so why not go to Africa working as a volunteer. I was there before, but I wanna go there again. I was speaking to a friend from when I was there last time, and he has his own volonteer- and hostel company. See for yourself at this address: http://www.foot2africa.net/. If there are anyone whose interested besides me, join me or something.

Anywho, I'm completely hangover today, too hangover to even think about travelling and my plans, I just know I need to do something different. I've been sad, yes, but the most sadest thing is that the person that loves me doesn't see this. The comments he makes to me is instead that im such a complicated person, bla bla bla, well, tell me something I don't know! Any guy have ever been able to handle me, I know what I want but I'm always trying to change people, that's my fault.

Anywho, for recovering I made meatballs today, don't get fooled by the eye, they actually tasted like meatballs. They are a little bit similar to my grandmother's not so round meatballs. It became as such a mess, but I enjoyed it. I think I might take a walk or at least get a taste of the air, I feel dead.



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