Even when no one in my classroom, 42 students didn't say a word about me, It was a good birthday.

I woke up with a mom's kiss, those who I think I needed for a long time.

When I was about to start my classes in the school I saw my aunt and we're going to see "Love, Simon" this weekend.

One of the prefects said I have something in their office, so I went and that's what I got:

A letter for my father, a "bouquet" of flowers and a coloring book based on the book saga "The selection" by Kieran Cass.

Also, I've been avoiding my friends because I haven't feel good since a few days ago, but my best friend, the one who is like a brother for me, give this:

It's simple, but I love it. It shines in the dark, and it's a moon. He and I are night people, so it suits me.

I also went with my family (my mom, lil' sister and my mom's boyfriend) to an Italian restaurant. I ate lasagna "John Dillinger" and I got an small "cake".

I swear my mom was about to cry like three times during the dinner.

We went back to our house (it's still hard for me say this is my home) and they got another birthday cake in the fridge. A chocolate one. My favorite flavor.

Anyways, during the past three days I've been bad, I felt lonely. But after what happened today, I know I'm not.

I'm a little sick right now, my body felt haggard and my head is hurting, but not in the same way as my body.

Maybe I take a break, don't go one day to school won't kill me, but if I see the things in my head are not working I'll go with my psychologist again.

I'm afraid to being depressed, I don't want to be depressed. Maybe it's because I haven't get enough sleep lately. But I doubt that.

Fun thing: I thought today would be a bad day, but I was wrong.
It's been a good day after all.

Now I should get some sleep. I'll take a pill or something for make my body felt less haggard.

Peace.