I found this photo a couple days ago and it was from the time right after I accidentally dyed my hair orange....you can see in the back my old dormitory room...I always feel so sad when I pass by the dormitory (during summer I am living elsewhere) and realize I will never ever ever ever...ever be in that room again. It´s been three years of my life in there. So many memories...makes me feel so weird, that school will start and I shall be not living there, but someone else will be there. Makes me kinda angry, cause I have a deep feelings for that room. It´s actually hate, but that hate have been part of me for so long...I sort of felt safe there all alone though, but safe.
I don´t know if you know what I mean, but it makes me wanna cry...I couldn´t say goodbye to that room when I was moving away. I didn´t have a real chance for last walk in it, sit on the bed, open and go the balcony to see the view, listen to the sound, walk on the floor, touch the furniture. Makes me sad...