My Friday night was very . . . actually very good. I went out with Ana, her crush, this hot guy that I’ve already written about, and three other people. We met up at half eight and after two hours of fun, but tiring conversation, we went to the graduates’ party. It was on this hill. There must have been a thousand people there. Vilma, Hailey, William, Layla, and Maggie were there as well. I danced a lot, almost broke my ankle, met a guy with very dry hands, and told this guy who acts that he is the best fucking actor in the world. He was thrilled when I told him that. I don’t know why I said it. I got home at 2:30.

My hangover made my Saturday slightly, but not utterly unbearable. Some friends of my parents came over to celebrate Dad’s birthday.

Today I woke up at 9. For some reason, I felt even more dead than Saturday. I had some cereal, showered and washed my hair, wasted time on Instagram, then went to study Maths. At around half past 4, I got a call from Vilma. She asked me if I wanted to come to this playground in my neighbourhood just to see her. I said I could spare a half an hour for her. When I got to the playground, she looked sad. We chatted for a bit, and then she told me that she felt strange. “I saw my grandma’s cat playing in the bushes today. It didn’t look like a real cat. It looked taxidermied.” The wind blew strongly and loudly which was, to be honest, driving me up the fucking wall, so we couldn’t talk. She was smoking, I was sitting on the swing next to her. Suddenly, I looked at her, and I saw a tear rolling down her right cheek. I didn’t know what to do – I’m really bad at this type of situations. I tried to comfort her. She wouldn’t say anything. All of a sudden, she started to cry, loudly. Her face got all red. It almost sounded like she was laughing. I hugged her. She stopped shortly. She told me that I didn’t have to stay there and do nothing with her because I had a lot of studying to do. She said that a couple of times. I told her not to do anything stupid and left. This made me feel nauseated, but not sad. It filled my chest with discomfort.

When I got back home, I did another math problem. Then I went for a stroll with Ana. We tried Sobranie blacks. I got home, had supper, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and went to bed. 

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