This week has been really good.

First of all, I was talking to my brother and he was like, oh yeah, by the way, you have to write a story and send it in email to Mrs Saeed ( my old form tutor) and when I asked him why, he said that he told her that I said I would - even though I had not. However, now I was obliged to because she was expecting me to email her any time soon, and according to my brother, I was already three days late, and when he told her, she was very happy. However, I could not think of a story that would be good, so I thought, let me send a poem. But I did not want to send one that was too soppy or upsetting/ depressing. Like I have written quite a few, but hardly any do not fall into the categories above. My favourite at the moment, conflicting air, is about how we are always and will always be in a constant battle with ourselves and the world.

I went to the British Library with Evelyn. Evelyn is great. Right, she like this 19 year old girl. On the first day, I met Victoria, who literally walked into the tutor group I was in and I was in this overly, I am going to try be confident around the prospect of meeting new people, because last time, I started a new place, I set the impression that you could bully me and get away with it, and that wasn't the one that I wanted to set this time attitude. So she must have come in and I waved at her and said hello and she asked if she could sit next to me and I said of course and so she did and she started talking about Evelyn who was her friend from Hungary, who was also interested in psychology. I recognized Evelyn and started to talk to her in psychology, and the rest, as they say - I don't know who says this to be honest - is history. 

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