My name is Yuna, I'm eighteen, and I live in Latvia - in a city where the wind from the Baltic Sea always smells of salt and something a little sad. I don't know why exactly sadness is felt in this scent, but maybe it's just my thoughts clinging to it as an excuse

I'm in my last grade and I still haven't decided what I want to be. Teachers say it's okay, but I feel like everyone around me made their choice a long time ago. Some are getting ready to go study abroad, some are getting ready to continue the family business, and me... I'm drawing cards

All happy...