the first day. a good day.

Today was a good day.
Yesterday I cried myself to sleep again.
But today was a good day.

This is my list of things I want to do today:
Go to IKEA with my mum.
Paint my nails.
Clean some parts of my room.
Get some baking done (two different types of Christmas cakes).
Sit-ups morning and night.
Watch episode 21 of the Christmas calendar.
Read a bit, Frankenstein.
Have a quick run.through of my dance routine from the Nutcracker.

This is the list of things I ended up doing:
Go to IKEA with my mum.
Paint my nails.
Sit-ups morning and night
Watch episode 21 of the Christmas calendar.

It wasn't much. But the trip to IKEA got a bit extended as we went to some other places too. The Christmas shopping went a bit out of hand. So we ended up coming home about three hours later than planned. And this affected the rest of my list. Besides, a day can not be entirely planned. I will just transfer them to tomorrow's list.

I guess the nights are the worst. And car rides. And most music.

Today I realized why young love hardly ever survive. What I think is that we're not mature enough to fight for it. Really fight for it. We can pretend, or try to fight, but I guess we just aren't mature enough to do it the right way. And I hate that, being the hopeless romantic that I am.
It was hard to realize, since I am very sure that it was the case for me and the boy I was with.
 My mother, my brother and everyone else who has ever said that one can be too young for love,
I disagreed with. I argued against them. Because I could feel within my heart and soul that they were wrong. 
But now I have learned. And now I know that they were right.

and that really sucks.