It’s not meant to be Thursday yet. I'm still trying to figure out how to get through Tuesday, over Monday, whilst still looking forward to Wednesday.

I’ve been seventeen for a week. We went out for a meal on my birthday. I drank too much. I am conversational when drunk.

Vita emailed. She’s broken up with Serge. Swaz and Pybus have broken up too. They want each other and they want other things and then they want each other again. Then we’re all so young and we don’t know want we want. I know I don’t want to ever fall in love.

On Sunday I discovered I'm not adopted as previously hoped.