Friday.

Dad left me in the city this afternoon. 15 minutes later, I made one. Again. One hout later I called him and he was angry against myself because it was too late. So he was coming to take me away and he let me in the countryside. He said "it won't erase anything but you'll probably feel a little better". And he was right, I had to walk more than 6 kilometers. But I'm fat and I'm sad. But I think it's better like that.