September 3 – Sunday
Sundays always feel weird. Like the weekend's on life support and Monday's already staring me down.
Stayed home most of the day. Did some sketching in my notebook—nothing serious, just lines and faces and half-finished buildings. I kinda like the way Sammy looked yesterday when he was going up for that shot, so I tried to draw him mid-jump. Might show him. Or not. Depends if I finish it.
Mom made curry rice for dinner. Smelled amazing. I helped chop the onions, which means I spent 10 minutes pretending I wasn't crying. She said she was proud of how focused I've been this year. That hit harder than it should've. I haven't felt focused at all, but maybe I'm faking it well.
Harry texted me out of nowhere—just a photo of a book cover and "you'd like this." He's always sending me random stuff like that. I think it's his way of checking in. I replied with "cool" and a thumbs-up, but I'll probably actually read it.
Tomorrow's school again. It's only been two days and I'm already behind in math. I know Mr. Langley's gonna look at me like I murdered his dog when I forget to turn in the worksheet.
Anyway. I should sleep. Or pretend to.
—P.M.