Yesterday I learned that the person I called my best friend for years lied so she could stay away from me. At night I dreamt I had failed my exams and tried [redacted]. But there were multiple dreams. In one, us students were in a bus or a plane, and one of my favourite school teachers was with us. She gave us icecreams. If I were a better writer I would tell you more. The broad themes were disappointing people and losing my way and trying to catch up.

I have updated this draft and accidentally lost the edits multiple times. One time I lost several paragraphs, but they weren't good anyway. These words will have to suffice. Tomorrow will be better.