But in the end it wasn't all bad. Even though I felt miserable I tried to make myself to focus on something I always want to do, but never seem to have "the time" or patience, cause there's always something "more important" to do. So I took my first steps building my dream. I started to create and plan. Really do something. And the funny thing is, that even though I was too tired to do anything else, I somehow had the energy to concentrate on something I feel passion about. I guess that's why I can call it my passion.
Inspiration: Temperley London.