Dear diary ,

I just learned that being a better version of yourself is not that easy. Yesterday dad  went back to the city he works in and hence the fun came to an end and I had to open my books. Apparently , since we had a test at my entrance coaching center today I realized my future is just a black hole and the way I'm working for it doesn't seem to change anything either .

The alarm rang at 6am , but my mom thought it was a holiday today so she turned it off and went back to sleep. It was my circadian rhythm that told me I was late and so I woke up to realize THAT I WAS ACTUALLY LATE.😑

Worse, my wardrobe was a mess. So . I just ended up wearing a frock I used to wear back in my 4th grade, don't even ask me why it still fit , earlier it was a frock , now its a top , so yeah.

My friend was supposed to pick me up today , so she came about 10minutes after the time for the test. So , the exam had begun even before I stepped out of my house.🙂

School wasn't fun. It was mathematics lecture for about 6 hours with breaks in between and at some point I lost track and that was the end of me understanding anything. The major attempt after this was just to stay  awake so I sang songs and all without causing trouble to others.

But also something great happened. I came up with this joke which was annoying but fun-"Why did they take the broken plastic bucket to a doctor?-because the doctor was a plastic surgeon."😂😂

Also one of my friend returned from Goa and brought sweets so the day wasn't wasted after all. Coming to know that we have a holiday tomorrow was yet another surprise. Every day there's some protest going on , so  think all educational institutes will shut down soon.😅

After class me and my bestie got to my house .We went to the terrace and took an amazing photograph of us. It was just the outline of us filled in black and the beautiful descending sun. But my mom came and told something and I screamed at her so my friend saw the real side of me or tales a part. I showed her all the books and photographs and things of my past that I wished I could reexperience. She said -

“…well, I would say what you have and I don't are memories. ”

That isn't true . I didn't tell her but she doesn't survive on old memories , she just keeps building new ones even though she doesn't really realize it. She left at around 8pm in the same car that she brought this beautiful day in.

Later that night I also read this tragic book called ‘  A SERIES IF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS ’ , as sad as it sounds and found myself drifting away into the shades of the story. And just came the end of a beautiful day.