In this post, I am talking about my problems aka first world problems. According to Urban Dictionary, we can define those kind of problems as "Problems from living in a wealthy, industrialized nation that third worlders would probably roll their eyes at."
So, let me start complaining, as you start to roll your eyes.
I can describe the student dorm internet connection on a Tuesday night just as I describe my love life. Poor. Not connected. Slow, but getting there.
So here I am, struggling to finish this post ASAP, before everyone goes offline.
Second, on Friday am flying to Paris for the second time this year. There is nothing to whine about, actually today we finally managed to book our Airbnb. Successfully. Finally, I repeat. I still have to pack, but I am going on the long desired holiday before the holidays even start.
I often overthink, everything, every little detail/situation and I want every thing to be my way.
Some things that have been on my mind for ages, are maybe, just maybe happening... And that made even a bigger mess in my head, because now, I overthink the overthought situation and I get anxious because i already overthought everything and there is nothing left to think about. Don't ask.
Things are going great for me, but for some reason I am extremely nervous about that. I don't know. Like I am holding myself from being too happy, because I am afraid that something bad will happen.
I know, there is a lot going on in my head.
Mom, this one is for you, an official announcement that I bought a new coat. 
