I don't know what titel i have to give to this journal page, maybe emotions or masterpiece, i really don't know, the only thing i'm shore of is that today was a beautyfull one.
Beautyfull not in the common sense of the word, i was not particularly happy or cheerly, i think it began as normal day, with my mother calling me in a loud voice becouse i was late for school, with me cursing the damn clock becous it run...indeed nothing particular.
With the school subjects nothing particular exept a philosophy test, what was really important today was the emotion. Two friends of mine are tring to stai together but their emotions are very confused a