няшей быть сложно, но я стараюсь
Отпишусь быстренько, а то голова раскалывается от всего происходящего вокруг.
Мало того, что я истощена физически и внутренне морально, так еще в Сакарья происходит неожиданно много событыий, которые я не успеваю переварить их по мере поступления. Just to make thoughts clearer let's write them down in English. Last two weeks I had a misfortune of using just Russian with which I totally estranged and now feel more comfortable with foreign languages. Besides Turkish I have to struggle now with Italian, because since I am planning to live there for about one year in order to deal with Italian I must speak Italian. Moreover, I have buttock of homework and projects to cope with, so I really need to choose - emotional or professional part of my activity. Almir is attacking me now because this piece of a human being has nothing to do and so what? And Serhat and my friends, relatives. Actually, I made the choice. Emotions just hurt and sometimes gives fulfilment, when working and inspiration push me forward without fails. So what do you think fall-in-love-with-logic-Saya should choose?
I start dreaming again and ehh.
Today we went to drink coffee with guys. The more people the less I enjoy meetings. And today's as it usually passes was meaningless. Then I understood that I fed up with this circus and decided to go home. Almir, as usual, was telling puffs and even tried to kiss me. Motherfucker, I wanted to kick his skinny ass. Don't fucking go near me. And we are good.
So, now I'm preparing the plan for next month and just bury myself in books. I was longing for it! Really.
My roommates are having exam and one of them escaped with boyfriend to Antalya 
What is really going on I have no idea because I don't feel good after this journey. Too much of everything. I need to sleep at least two weeks to sleep out all memories.
Motherfucker, he sent me the song - and the name - we don't have to take our clothes off - fuck me if I get caught in this trap again.
Un-fucking-believable. 