Monday the 6th March:
Since the beginning of this quarantine, I think that I've never been more productive then today. I did all my homework for the week in just one day. I don't know what got into me but think it was just to forget the pain I was feeling down below. I also made myself a tea, to feel better, but I just managed to burn my tongue. I also got distracted by how the tea was brewing in boiling water. It was really mesmerizing. How the blood-red tea was making strange patterns, just like cigarette smoke in the air.
Anyway.
In the evening, I was just chilling in the living room with my family and I was watching an anime on my phone. The thing is that I was watching the last episode of the season, and the best friend of the main character died after a big battle.
Now, imagine you're sitting next to me, and you take a look at me precisely at that moment, you'll see the face of a constipated girl, all red with tears in her eyes. I was not constipated, really (just not at that moment) but I really tried not to cry, because if I did, my family will make fun of me.
"Why are you crying? Over a fictional character? You're ridiculous, utterly riiiiiidiculous!"
YES! I am crying over a fictional character! What's the problem, man!
Every time I read a book, or I watch a film, or a series or an anime, whatever, I cry! Even when nobody dies!
I cry when it's over.
I cry when there's a big battle and they're all fighting. (I can't stand the pressure so I have to evacuate)
I cry when somebody is hurt.
I cry when somebody is crying.
I cry when there's an interaction between my OTP. (Search on internet what that means)
I'm a sensitive person, okay! (Okay just to explain i don't cry. Like I cry without tears. I just have a constipated face.)
So what happened in the night is that I couldn't sleep. I felt nothing but pervasive sadness and despair. My eyes were wide open; I couldn't close them even if I wanted to. I spent the night in a fetal position, waddling forth and back nonchalantly, until I suddenly fell asleep, I don't know at what time of the night, a night that seemed to last a week.
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