It's sad to see that where I once grew up is bombed like this

Poor people

Everywhere you go you find beggars. From children to oldies. How some survive is a mystery. 

Went to visit my aunt in hospital today but we got denied entry because someone died in the room. Wasn't my aunt but she doesn't have so much time left. Came back later to visit. It's hard to see someone in so much pain and not be able to do anything about it. It's hard to enjoy my visit. I did eat nice food today but got reminded my aunt can't even eat because she has hoses from respiratory going down her throat. It's worth the trip but will take with me sadness when I leave because it's probably the last time I will see her and she isn't able to talk to me. 

Regret

I regret that I sometimes wasn't open to people how I felt and that they wasn't open how they felt about me. Things would have been so much easier.

From sad memories to good ones. I was at a budget-meeting today and one participant asked the lecturer about his degree and most of the reply I have already forgot except the part where he said: In Uppsala they read, in Gothenburg they study and in Lund they get laid. The lecturer is an old man and he had a big smile on his face. He's from Lund :)