Una guornata assonnata Oggi non è una giornata migliore per me. Mi sono svegliata alle sei, andata al camincia con il mio cane, ho mangiato la colazione e sono uscita casa. Dopo sono andata in biccicletta all'universita. Ho avuto molto sonno. Ho dormito durante lezione. Dopo sono ritornata a casa e che coas successo? Non ho avuto le chiave! Le ho perso a casa (perche il mio fratello uscito a casa dopo me la mattina)! Sono andata al centro commerciale. Ho comprato qualcosa per prancare - il pollo con le verdure e semole. Adesso mi sto sedendo e sono stanca. Voglio andare al mio letto. Ma devo andare a lezione la sera e saró a casa solo alle venti... Devo trovare un po di forza. Ciao!

Sometimes we need to stop It began about two weeks ago. Me - normally optimistic, happy to see new places, meet people and take up the gauntlets person, lost all the energy. Like a ballon, into which someone sticks a needle - and sucks all its dry. I was waking up, going to my university, eating - and nothing made me happy. Even meetings with my best friends - they were the warst. I stayed in front of them and had nothing to say. The padlock to my heart was closed and the key was thrown somewhere in the Wisła - a river flowing across my city. Weakness, powerlessness, malaise. All these things accompanied me during the last days. And I tried to struglle with it. But at any time, when I got the energy, there came the thought that after all, the sadness will be back. So what's the point to fight? The days were passing away. Then, there came the All Saints Day and my family had a trip to my father childhood's village. I decided to go with them. I got out of our industrial city. We arrived to my uncle house, then to the cementry... And I felt calm. Finally, I felt an overwhalming peace. I stayed on a wet grass and listened to the trees, which leaves were silently rustling in the wind. There were nothing in the nearest area. And the nature told me what is the most improtant. It taught me that sometimes everyone needs to stop. Sometimes everyone needs to spend a moment only with his own - his beating heart, his floating thoughts, his desires and dreams. To take a distance and think aobut - when am I going? Why am I running so fast? What is the goal of my tramp? I came back to my crowded city, but I was different. I spent a few days in melancholy - and then began to regenerate. I considered my life, I desided to end up with one thing that brought me some negative emotions and work on to achieve my dreams. I writed this dreams in my notebook. Then, I know that it really exists and it is possible to come true. Upon me there are two months of hardworking. I want to make them of as good as its possible. Advance myself, try new activities, derive happiness from everyday duties. One of my goals is to improve english - speak, write and listen to it everyday. Keep your's fingers crossed!

Could you translate italian to english?

Hello, could you translate it?

"Viaggio per ridare forma alla mia mente, mentre lentamente muore il tempo che ho buttato via."

Because I don't know if I understand it correctly. Thank you very much! :)