Dear Diary.

I have this stupid cold and I’m unable to sleep.

It’s 4.04 AM, I woke up few minutes ago.

It hurts so bad.

Aaah.

I caught Aaru’s cold. That poor girl must be in similar pain too.

I feel so weak and my eyes are filling up.

And my thoughts are, I hope I feel better soon I want to meet Ginny.

These days almost all my thoughts end in that sentence.

I had lost so much weight, so I’ve been like trying to gain back my stamina and my thoughts end with,

Oh I’ll be meeting Ginny soon so I should eat this, that and everything.

Whenever I buy clothes, my thoughts go,

Oh will she like me in this?

Yes? I should definitely buy this.

I wonder what’s her favorite color.

Literally all my thoughts chain end this way. Sometimes begin too.

Then I think about meeting her and start crying.

I’m so sick right now and in so much pain, getting through the night feels impossible.

So I’m listening to my favorite song.

Looking and sitting in the glow of this stupid star fairy lights.

Hoping that time would fly.

Wondering as always if I should change my name to Anjali.

Maybe no. But I do think about it every time I listen to this song.

Since I first heard it.