This morning I got up early -10.14 AM or something, I was so tired...
But I love the view from my room at my dad's house and I got out of bed.
I really don't like my dad, if you knew him you'd think he was the worst!
So I biked home (with an empty stomach) to my mom's and gave her breakfast -myself too. I was supposed to go to Denmark with my brother, but he's got a hangover and the train's really expensive.

Now I don't feel totally alone about all my feelings, she knows she knows and it feels OK. Well, she doesn't know everything, but more than anyone else.