Kiddo.

It's two o'clock in the morning. And there is a reason I'm still awake. Today is the eighteenth birthday of my best friend from school. As we got older, distance grew between us. She started going out with this idiot, and from then on, it became impossible to see her out of school. She's just turned eighteen a couple of hours ago. She was always a bit childish, and as far as I'm concerned, she's still a kid. And now she's pregnant. And she's gonna name her baby after me. I don't even dare to phone her just to know how she's doing. So everything's fucking great.'Cause what can go wrong when a kid and an idiot take care of a baby?

Whatever.

I did it again. It seems like I end up snogging him every time I'm drunk. Possibly if last weekend I had been allowed into the club, and I hadn't had to go home, I would have snogged him too. I don't think it's a mistake anymore. Things are not awkward between us now. After the first time it happened we spent nearly a month without talking. Now we've talked about it and it doesn't feel awkward anymore. We even kissed goodnight. At half past six in the morning. Even though I'm pretty sure I don't have any romantic interest in him, the truth is that I feel confident and safe when I'm with him. I'm not sure that safe is the right word to describe it, but I think it's close enough for people to understand. I don't really care if they do. Whatever. I just needed to write a bit about it.