Friday, December 20, 2024

You don't know my name. You don't know my age, my race, my gender. You're safe with my secrets and with my useless stream of thoughts. So I'll write as if I'm speaking to my reflection in the mirror (or to a tree I met on a walk) and I urge you to read me as if you were a piece of paper. You're as free as paper here! But I digress...

I've been invited to a birthday party tomorrow by an old classmate of mine. It's going to be quite small but the thought of seeing my old classmates after two years terrifies me nonetheless. I hope it'll go alright. I hope I won't feel too emotionally drained afterwards.

The holidays just started and all I can think about is moving out. I don't know if I'll be able to survive in this place with these people for more than a week. I'll actually go insane or something. And just thinking about how much stuff I have to study makes me nauseous.

Did I mention I used to have a tiny bit of a crush on the old birthday classmate? It's silly, really. I even used to joke about it all the time.