Wednesday the 22nd December.
Mother and I cleaned the house.
Mother did most of it.
I did a face pack but it didn't work very well.
I was very bored in the afternoon.
I've got one here back at school.
Not many people liked my coat, wore my new blazer.
My new sunflower has hatched.
Really exciting stuff.
It's something that I will always be willing to go back and look at and then have some level of thoughts and reflection.
And that is what brings about our earlier question of nostalgia.
It was extremely feeling driven.
It was extremely emotional driven.
None of this was rational.
I felt that nobody understands me.
Nobody understands me.
Nobody is going to listen to me.
Nobody cares about me.
You know, so I needed somewhere to vent the feeling of not being hurt.
So that's how I started writing a diary.