The smell of tears and wet mascara

I don't feel very well today, I think that I've got some sort of cold, just a small one before the real, heavy one begins. I hate the fact that I know how my body will react on a cold. My nose is just being stupid to me and I forgot all my napkins at home. I'm also really tierd, I went to bed at 22:30 but I didn't fall asleep until 0:30-1:00. So I can't concentrate, I can't read and my head's a mess. I can hardly write this. I don't know how I will survive this day, you know it's Monday, football and all.

Yesterdays eve was a mess, I was really happy, got home and did some homework (last minute...) and then I spent some time at FaceBook/Twitter/Blogger and then my dad got mad at me because it was late and I should go to bed, then we faught about everything and I went to bed crying. I've finally got a proof that I get black stripes down my cheek when I cry with my mascara on...

It's funny how my mood can go from ecstasy to suicide-thought (maybe not that bad...) in the matter of ten-fiteen minutes. In fact, it's so much easier to get back to great again nowadays, I don't know why but my personality has become so much more optimistic.

I've told my parents that I've quit blogging, and as you know, I haven't, but they actually read my blog and now I feel much better about blogging when they don't know, like it's my little diary, who wants their parents to read their diary?

I guess if they looked around they'd find it but not right away so I guess they won't...

I guess that's it. My biggest wish right now would be to throw up and get really ill so I could go home and sleep for the rest of the day... That'd be nice...

Bye all!