The day before yesterday, I came back from ten of the best days of my life. We call it EJC, though, in English, the translation'd be something such as Science Youth Meeting.

And all I have to say is: I'll never feel like an outcast again. Because this time I found FRIENDS. Like, people nice enough to keep in touch with. Like, people who don't judge me, but people to whom I can relate to.

Like, for real.

I could describe those days, but there's a reason I didn't come writing in this blog right away. And that reason is: I'm too happy just remembering. Just trying to picture every detail in my head.

For once, I'm not having the urge to write about it. Because it went well. It went really well.

I'm leaving a poem I wrote there in my other blog. It's in Portuguese, in case you're wondering. It's not about anything that happened there, but it was written in a state of profound focusness (if there is such a word). I had a friend sleeping with her feet on my lap, and there was a guy playing guitar. It just felt great writing in such conditions.

And that's the meaning I found. Friendship.

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