Far vel, Peter

Second friend out. I didn't cry yesterday, but now that I'm alone I found it appropriate to howl a bit while blogging. So my life shifts again. It's going towards the end of the trimester, and people are leaving one by one, some for good, some for summerbreak. I have no idea when or where or if I ever see Peter again. This weird German guy that Manuel dragged into my life. I'll miss you, brother.