Angry today.

Because of my tiny room. Why did I let this happen to me, why didn't I say something sooner?

Today I ate:

Sugar puffs and yoghurt-200
broccoli, pesto and tortellini-400
Chicken Pizziola from subway-500

1100. Ok, tomorrow I will eat my subway biscuit. Well, maybe later, if I get really hungry.

I didn't really drink enough water today.

I found a good play called, "Into the Night" by Ger Duffy. It's so sad. I might do it for drama school; if I can do it without an Irish accent. I do want to go to drama school, but I'm doing it more for the accolade of being able to say I could get in. If I can get in, I will be happy that I can pursue a career.

Home will be boring but here is too. I don't know.

I feel like I need to do creative writing, but I can't think of anything at all to write.

I think of you at night and your softest wrinkled fingers next to mine, I'd rub cream onto them for you. I'd enfold you into my arms and let you lie beside me. You're beautiful, though you don't believe it.

If I were a selkie, and lived in the sea, I'd slip off my skin so you'd be next to me. I'd take it out to tide and let it float away, so I'd be there with you all night and all day.

And because you are whole, and firm, and soft too, and you fit into my arms so easily, your head is just the height of my shoulder. Because I can feel the clear bone of your forehead through your tanned skin. Because you're adorable when you think you look your worst in your glasses and comfy clothes, and because I feel the most for you when you think you are being your worst, sad, and silent. I don't mind your being silent. I don't mind your being sad. It makes me feel you trust me.

At least for this little while. I do adore you now, I know you can be annoying, but I adore you. I do I do.