I shouldn’t say this about myself, but I’m someone capable of really caring about others and sometimes I wonder if it’s a good thing at all. It’s not like I make other people’s problems mine, but I feel really bad when someone I care about is having a hard time with something. Like now, when I know a good friend of mine is going through a painful separation, away from his child and trying to make it on his own. And here I am, feeling like crying because I know how shitty these things are and I wish nobody had to live them. But at the same time I’m happy that I can be there for him because he sure has made my coming to this place much easier.

Anyway, I should go back to my books (test next week) and then I have a work meeting with a group of Entomologists for my research project. Then I’m partying with the International Students Association at the university. I sure hope it will cheer me up because I’m feeling kinda down right now.