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I had an extremely shitty day. This one is going down on history books actually.

I went to the doctor for a checkup and she told me that maybe MAYBE im prediabetc, what the fuck. I swept it under the rug, went to a book fair and got some books, I bought "The remains of the day" by Kazuo Ishiguro and "Orlando" by Virginia Woolf. Two books I've been meaning to read for a long time. I think I'll start Orlando first after finishing Fight club...

Anyway, back to what I was saying, I told my boyfriend and when he got to his place we had a phonecall and that's when all the emotions hit like a truck. I was, no. I am angry. I already have a shitty chronic illness man, I'm not a very active person but my diet is nothing out of the ordinary, I eat my veggies. what the fuck did I do to deserve this? I cried a whole lot and fell asleep hugging a pillow

Now it's the morning after, I went to classes, made a seashell with clay and talked to some buddies. It was obvious I was feeling down, an older classmate (she's in her fifities I think) saw me and went full on mom mode and we talked, it kept my mind off things. love u Pau!

I'm back home. My shoulder hurts so much and I would like to go to bed... but i gotta do stuff...

Also, the vibes are on the fucking floor cause the pope died and everyone is mourining him over here. im not that religious but he was a nice man and did a lot for this city, he was a san lorenzo de almagro fan, just like my grandpa, and his death reminds me of my grandpa's death so it's sad

Oh god this is so sad but anyway i'll be fine. I'm going to leave an underworld song that's been on my mind this past week and see you next post. IT WILL BE A HAPPY ONE!!!