Today is also my birthday. My thirteenth. And goodness knows, it sucks.
Today mum told me I am a fire-witch. Today I told mum to get it into her thick head that April is not December, as much as I am not her. We both locked ourselves in our respective rooms. I think she's crying. At least I know how to make better use of my time: MONKEY SNOWFIGHT!... but for some reason I don't feel like playing, don't feel like thinking or feeling... What's really worrying is that I don't feel like breathing.