Dear damn diary,

A new screenplay. My first serious screenplay is composing. Too soon to judge but finally another old idea has come to get shape.

I'm so stressed out these days and writting may help to think and feel better. I'm... less than a week to schools n it's just killing me, it's torture going back there. I'm not nagging but I liked it better if time would stop and wouldn't go forward, so I had all the times in the world. Frankly, day by day, as each day goes by, I am more scared of everything. I am scared of every single second that's ahead of me and is yet to come. I wasn't such coward before. But now... 

Everything scares me so easily, I'm like a shivering pussy. the worst part is that beforehand nobody knew how scared I was, I had a brave face. But now it's like everybody knows. I just need a closet to go inside and hide, like when I was a kid. I don't know which one I'm more afraid of, the monster inside the closet or the monsters outside of it. 

Give me a break you damn life. Give me a break and you decide in my place.