Reality hits harder than any bad dream - specially when combined with a barbed wired routine. If we don't want good things in life to come to an end, what are we supposed to do? Accept it? Try the good old fresh start by turning life as we know it upside down? Hibernate in our warm bed until something makes us motivated enough to quit our snoozy seclusion from society? In the meantime, I am working hard on my CV (skills and tasks... what the actual fuck?), sleeping and waking up late, taking Trammies to numb my period cramps, eating apples every day, making well-deserved travel plans and collecting random snapshots.