feed me biscuits

I have a really bad day. A week. A month. One of these when all you want to do is lay on the floor in fetal position while someone feeds you biscuits but there are more and more things coming at you that need to be done, sorted, asap. In those days I wish I was studying in my homecountry, I wish I was one train ride away from my parents and I wish I wasn't judged only by couple of words on my cv "Polish - mother tongue". London is the greatest place on earth to live but it can really make you emotional sometimes.

WELL
after this miserable and deep thoughts time for my face. Know you missed me.








and if that's not enough for you (I KNOW IT IS), the thing I made for uni that day, it's about nothing really but that's what uni is for, right?