Dear Diary,
I have returned because you are the best listener I know and right now, I need someone to talk to. It sounds like we have a toxic relationship because I'm using you, but, painful truth be told, you are an object. Sorry for being mean; I have had a bad day. That's not what I want to talk about, though. Today, I'm remembering past mistakes.
"Humans are stupid." At least that's what a wise yet crazy person that I know says. Thinking about what I did last year, I have to admit that he is right.
  You know, throughout high school, I have had a geography teacher as a homeroom teacher. She was fairly young and still enthusiastic to share her knowledge, so she organized many field trips. The first one was in the fourth week of 9th grade. At that time, I still wasn't comfortable around my new classmates and I had already been to the city they were planning to visit during summer break. This is why I decided to stay at home. The teachers were understanding and didn't give us any homework, so I had 2 days to spend as I pleased. On Monday, all of my classmates were tired and/or hungover. Turns out, they had had a lot of fun. They didn't like the sightseeing that much, but the evenings and nights were spent in the most enjoyable way. They played all sorts of games, talked, played pranks on each other, got drunk (even though alcoholic drinks weren't allowed), talked some more, inevitably threw up and went to bed in the morning. The most visible effect of this outing, however, was that they bonded a lot and groups were formed.
I realized how much I had missed out on and how my timidity turned me into an outsider (grossly exaggerated). But then, I'll make lots of bad decisions in my life; I just have to deal with that somehow. I have to get past my own foolishness...

Last edited by Cristina.without.h (2019-01-28 19:23:39)