Text #76.

March 16, 9:26 pm.

Today there was a science fair at school. Each class was going to present a certain theme that we had been practicing for a week. You were with there. She was there. And I was there. Mom decided all of us should go. Mom, dad, Bella and I. On the beginning, everything was going well. We were getting along very well, until well, it happened like it always does. Fights. Mom started saying that she was tired and that she wanted to go home. I was going to watch the presentation of another class, but mom was pretty desperate to go. Dad was already pretty stressed, so he just said we were already going. We got in the car and the damn engine wouldn't start. Dad got angry. Scratch that, he got furious. He started yelling and cursing. Not to us, but to the car. It ended that mom and dad fought in our front and Bella told me not to worry cause it was only a couple fight. I don't think she sees it. It wasn't only a "couple fight", because mom and dad rarely argue. They have a good relationship, but some minutes ago, I saw dad snuck past our rooms up to his office. He had his pillow on his hand and his sheet on the other. I guess it was more than just a "couple fight". I hate it. I can't stand it when it happens.

Text #77. 

March 17, 6:31 pm.

I feel kind of drunk right now. My mind is spinning like it has no end. To be quite frank, I have never been so lucid in my life. We went to a party and I had a drink. And then another. And another. Now I'm here. Alone. With my thoughts. My mind is a chaos. My thoughts are like a tsunami, baby. And I'm drowning. But I don't know why, you're the only one that stands still in the middle of these storms in my head.

Text #78.

March 18, 3:03 am.

It's 3:00 am, and I'm here. On the roof where we used to sit together. I was just remembering how much you changed. How much I changed. I mean, I guess I'm not the same girl anymore. I grew up, you know. I finally go to experience some emotional things that I would never have guessed what it was. This is it. This is life. I have to breathe. This is me and this is my life.