9th June

I'm sorry I haven't been written for like, ages, but, you know exams, once upon a time. That awkard moment when you think you're falling in love with peter pan... Anyway... I've argued with one of my friends´and now I don't even talk to her, but wtv. I'm so stressed with exams, like, you don't even know. (You'll probably know because now everyone has the same issues). I have a technology assigment and I don't know how I'm gonna do it. I just wish this week passes and summer really comes. Even though I'm going to Ireland when there's not summer... Anyway, I lost class today yey. Only english class but wtv. I went to the small building to meet with 8th graders (aka losers) and to explain what was global classrooms about. It is about debating with other candidates about any like, super formal topic (I got IMF) and act as If you were in the united nations. The prize was going to new york. We passed to the second round and then the school had to choose one out of ten. They chose Blanca, the girl that always wins in every contest. It hurt so bad I injured myself. At school. It was funny. I'm getting over an eating disorder and depression (tbh I feel so much better right now, happy) and that was my dark age. I was handeling food, but not sadness. I have some pretty big scars in my arms and legs, I'll have to live with them, and not be ashamed, because they represent that I survived to a depression, and that's what I'm proud of. I remembered by biology teacher running through the school with me by his side, screaming, kind of funny, but not fun. It hurt. I don't remember much, I was in the bathroom, I called the teacher and, when he came in I was there, like, "hey, I could use some help."
Anyway, I once made a promise about not crushing on any younger boy than me. I have broken that promise. Today. There was a 13 or 14 hottie like, super hot. He was just there, and I was like: "wait, you're 8th grader, that's impossible, you're better than the 9th graders. And some of his friends were cute too, soooo....
I missed the swimming pool, and the boys that kind of flirted with us, idk. One even wanted to make out with me. I said no. Duh. I would have said yes to his friend, he was so cute. Like, he wears glasses, he's pale and has like this adorable smile. Like, he doesn't have the perfect body, but I love it, because that's what makes him more adorable.
In conclusion I like a lot of boys.
-Kisses, Emma
P.S.: My language assistant read "I really wanna have sex with michael clifford" in my pencil case, and I feel so ashamed.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIgyR4uSwYk