If you don't know what it is, you're probably not from belgium.. But hey, that doesn't matter, now does it? It stands for Cours de Langues Intensif à Paris (which is, by the way, french..) I just went to Braives for a week, to take Formation-classes with 10 other girls, all quite eager to become Monitrice. (don't know if it's the same word in english, but anyhow, the people who go along on camps and guide the children there.. It was really the most fun I had in 2007 (so far..)) But, as it happens, all good things come to an end. I'll miss you guys.. All of you. From Niels to Tomas, hell, I'll even miss Larissa.. I already do.

I'd like my english to be better, but hey, whatever.. I guess it could always be just that little bit worse. The thing is, I probably won't be posting here as much as on my blog [www.saltedkiss.blogspot.com], but since one of my regular readers causes me so much heartache lately.. I suppose it's become quite impossible for me to write about it there.. I used to love having a diary, but somehow I ended up spilling it all on the net.. Here it goes. I love my best friend. In a non-romantic way. And for a while it was just him and me against the world. As if there'd never be a Karen in his life. That turned out a bit different, though. And I can't help but be enormously sad about it. It feels like losing him, to know he'd rather spend time with the girl that had allready cheated on him, in stead of spending it with me. I don't think of myself as 'better', but I know I'd do everything for him.. And she simply wouldn't.