I had forgotten how amazing that feels. Its been so long… The incredible ecstasy of holding the equivalent weight of a whole person above your head, and then the unreasonable panic as each individual muscle fails in the quest for just one more set. Its more addictive then drugs. Fuck saving for a car, Im going to buy some gym equipment asap.

Why cant things just go to plan? Im sick of trying so hard for nothing. Every time I come down here you always try and stop me from going back. Don’t you understand how important it is that I get back as planned this time? I have a partner that will think im leaving her if I am even one day late… and I cant miss any more Tafe. This is fucked. I love Denmark but im over this.