I fell asleep in History today. I didn’t mean to. I mean, I like History - I’m thinking of taking it for GCSE. But I was just so tired. I’ve hardly slept at all recently, despite my exhaustion. It’s making me look like a panda, as dad used to say: there are these humungous black rings around my eyes. Kate caught me and poked me until I woke up. She teased me, but I really was not in the mood for jokes and told her to leave me alone. She looked so hurt and for a moment I felt guilty, because we are meant to be best friends.
Then I remembered that I didn’t care.
There are emotions rising up inside me, but I keep pushing them down. I’m getting good at that - far too good.