Drowning Princess of Sweet Roses, Warm Love and No One's Heart.
And Rococo, Transylvania and Jack D's.

I’ve stayed at the Spanish class all school day, instead of participating to a project with my own class. I really wanted to stay there with them because apart from the fact that the one I love is there… I just love those people as a class. Maybe it’s just because they have been there (as presences, you know… as witnesses) on the most happiest period in my life. I used to be there all the time, just to stay a little bit with my beloved, and I made friends and stuff and… it was nice.

I felt so bad at some point that I had to go out for a BLUE. The one I love… she was supposed to still care about me but… she just doesn’t, I don’t know. She didn’t stay with me… she was there, but neither with me nor because of me. And… I felt so broken, and I feel this way now too, even though so many people tried to cheer me up. 

I… I don’t know what am I going to do. Again. I don’t know, again.

Today I have a big test on my Japanese lessons and I’m no good, sincerely. There are so many words I don’t know and I get so confused when it comes to writing. I don’t think I am going to pass it but… let’s have a try.

Anyway… I am happy with today. There was nothing more I wished on this last day of my 9th grade than staying there, in that class, with those people. I love them, each of them. So much.