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sunday 17th april 2007

I'm smiling.

For the first time since last November, I'm smiling! Josh was absolutely amazing and - you don't know who Josh is.

Josh is the boy who sat next to me earlier on (I'm sat in Starbucks now). His full name is Joshua Dun, he's eighteen years old and he likes to play the drums.

He 'draws' too.

Anyway, before I got up and left (I was meeting Zach and his girlfriend), he gave me his number. And guess what he signed on it, Carol? Guess!

I really hope you've just thought about it then.

He signed it, 'your new friend'.

You read that right, Carol! He said friend! I have a friend!

He also let me have a quick look in his diary. He talks a lot about fighting. Fighting and getting fought and even more about his injuries.

I'm sat in Starbucks now, wondering whether to text Josh.

Zach's girlfriend, Tilly...or was it Hannah? Or Lia?

Whatever.

His girlfriend doesn't like me. She says I'm weird for writing in this journal. Am I weird, Carol? Am I strange, abnormal, different?

She's glaring at me because Zach just gave me money to go to the shops. I'll leave my book with him, since I can trust him.

Today has been a good day, Carol. Maybe I'm finally on the road to recovery.

I know it's short but I'm so tired. At least you got 4 updates in a day! 😂 I must sleep, before I completely pass out.

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