Week 26november-2december
Monday: My week hasn't been the best thing ever. Things started to go wrong in the very early morning. I was kinda angry with myself cause my skinnys didnt fit anymore.At first, I started to cry but then I realised my mascara going down my cheeks wouldn't match very well with my too big hips. So I covered in black and went to school. There I argued with nearly everybody. I'm still not talking to who was supposed to be my best friend.
In the morning I had a catalan exam. It wasn't very difficult but on Mondays mornings I can't think very well, you all know. I had lunch at home, it was the first time since the crash 2 weeks ago that I was riding my motorbike. I was way too scared. A car tried to go faster than me and nearly hit me. I started to cry and I had to stop and smoke. I arrived home 1 hour later. I came back to the school and had a maths test. It went wrong. So wrong. I wasn't really in the mood. In the afternoon I went shopping. But it didn't solve anything.
Tuesday: I wasn't late in the morning. Hurrayyyy. I went in my class and someone yelled at me: "she's strange, she has came to this lesson like 1/12 and said she never will come again and now she comes in her own way." I nod. What.
The morning went well, I think. I can't remember how it went exactly. Things go by so slowly. Madonna was so f* right. I had thought so much this week. About who I'm, who I wanna be, what I wanna do. And I can't think anymore. I'm not anyone, I'm not gonna be anyone, I'm not gonna do anything. All right with this.
Wednesday: On wednesday I met an Ireland girl. She's neighbour with one of my friends. We were walking home after morning lessons and were talking about how shit is life. Then she asked "how old are you?" I go "15". She yelled "oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh" all along the street. I turned red. Bright red. "You look way older." "Honestly, I know. I started to realise it when everybody started coming to me by night offering free alcohol if I go to bed with them ." She nods. "Me too, me too." Then I add "boys are the biggest shit thing ever". She told me she's boyfriend. I go, "I'm not sorry for him".
Thursday: On thursday I was nearly going to fell to the floor. I looked like a zombie. I had slept like 5 hours last night. I decided thursday didn't exist anymore. I didn't do anything. I went to school, slept there, ate anything during all day, smoked, and slept again. Everybody looked at me like if I had died or something.
Friday: Friday wasn't too bad. On the afternoon I was supposed to do a school task with some friends at the library. I decided to go to the hairdresser first. I've changed my hair colour. Now they can't say I'm stupid cause I'm blonde. Now I'm stupid cause I'm. I went out of the hairdresser at 6pm, my friends were in the library since 4pm. I went "I'm sorry but I've just dyed my hair and its no good for me to work and think now. It could be disastrous". They understood. Later in the evening I decided I wanted to go out and had dinner in an Italian restaurant. Then I remembered Monday morning and stayed at home.
Saturday: I got up at 8. My train leaves at 10.30am but I have to meet my cousin and his friend first. We arrived at the station nearly too late. We didnt buy our tickets. We went down 4 stops later. Tried to buy a ticket at the station but the ticket inspector said it was free. Yes. Went to Barcelona city and had to walk for 1h and something with my heeled boots. It was too horrible. Bought some athletics trainers for my cousin and went to a shopping centre. Had lunch there and I bought some silly stuff from H&M. My cousin said "You always buy silly stuff, what do you do with all that?" I go " I'm making a silly stuff collection, I'll show you one day". He nods. We decided to steal some remote controls and played Wii. I felt like a superstar, everybody was looking at us while doing strange movements. Then I met some friends. I don't know how, in 10 minutes, thousands of people invaded the streets saying something about our governators aren't good anymore. People tried to involve me there. I go "I don't know anything bout my country. I don't even know which is our capital city."
At 6pm I met my best friend. She came from Andorra. We had a frapuccino at Starbucks. We talked shit and went to Topshop to see what's new. We decided to buy something from the Kate Moss collection when we'll be a size 6. Then we met her friends in the other side of the city. We were late and so tired when we finally got there. We smoked and had dinner at a mexican place. They're all so nice. At night we wanted to go out but we had to came back home early. I was exhausted.
Sunday: Here I'm. With my new skinnys on. They're 2 sizes smaller than the ones I usually wear. I'm happy about it. I'm having breakfast with my fav girl and in 1 hour I'm coming back home. Finally, home sweet home.
One kiss to all the readers.
Laura.