So... I'm back. I can't believe I thought I could come back like a week before school started. It's a bit of an understatement to say I am having SEP hangover. I miss Paris and travelling and Europe and cafes and museums and people-watching... Sighs.

And my transcript sucks. It really fucking does. Makes me a little depressed really.

And I have this terrible nagging worry about post-grad and career paths. It's all very unsettling altogether.

It's been good seeing people; and more to see this evening. But... altogether, it's a sad summer, being here and having failed so spectacularly in Sciences Po.

I really must get out of this rut soon. I don't have a lot of time. And I suspect I really simply need time on my own. To read books and drink coffee and make lists and contemplate things. I'll start it soon hopefully.