Got up at 8. This guy texted me and said “I want to be with you. I don’t know if that’s my dick talking…”. I had almost felt offended when I realised that I felt the same way towards him. Feelings aren’t important, at the end of the day. Watched TV. Went to the shopping centre with Mum, my aunt and Bobby. Bought a mono eyeshadow for filling in my eyebrows and a Wet N’ Wild compact powder.
When we got home, my aunt showed me her great artistry of making pizza muffins. And then chocolate muffins. She had discovered them just a few days ago on Buzfeed’s fucking Tasty.
Ate, did my makeup, had lunch, took a bath, shaved my armpits. After having procrastinated for a long, long, looong period of time, I finally started to study Maths. The bloody problems perplex the shit out of me. I listened to Tchaikovsky while doing the tasks. It didn’t really help. It just made me feel all vulnerable and emotional. Washed my face and brushed my teeth. Studied some more.