Estonian Day No. 105.

I cried today.

Last night, I couldn't sleep until 2am, because the storm outside was that strong and loud. Then I ignored my alarm clock and slept until 7.30am, when Ilona made me get up. I quickly had some breakfast and then went to school. There I read a book - too lazy and tired to do anything productive. In noortekoor my head started to pound hard. That sucked. After the choir, I went to Janika and had some paracetamol. Then we talked. And cried.

Sometimes people tell you that you are behaving too young for your age, and then again they pity you for acting that old despite your youth. And at some point, all you can do is listen to each other, since nobody can help us except ourselves. 

And so we did.