Hey, well today was the first time I ever fainted. It was... interesting.

I was coming back from Alicia's room and I reached my door and shut my left baby finger on the door.

I was like, "shit" and Marianna heard and took me to her kitchen to put ice on my finger.

I became really dizzy and thought, I need to make it back up to my room so I told them I was fine and attempted to leave.

Then THUD! Or, what I assumed happened. I completely zoned out and then, I found myself on the floor and was like wtf.

My flatmates were really lovely trying to make sure I was okay and so I am going to get them chocolate tomorrow.

It wasn't even a bad experience, persay. My finger hurts - yes - but we joked around a lot. Like, I was on the floor and they were asking how is life and i was like yeah good. And they were all telling me their faint stories and I was happy that it's my left finger and not my right because I can right. So yeah, they're positives in everything.

In fact, I'm feeling happier than I have most of the day. So yeah. I guess sometimes, when something not so great happens, it reminds you that you have people who will care about you. And also that things could be worse, so yeah, I'm happy.