Yesterday some old man brushed against me (unintentionally and completely without second meanings) in the bus and I almost jumped 2 ft in the air - and oddly felt tears coming to my eyes. I don't seem to be able to fully get over the "encounter" with that old fucker and I don't have the words to tell you how much it bothers me.

I don't think I was so over-emotional yesterday just because of the hopefully-new-owner-of-herpes/hiv man, I also had a super crappy day from the very beginning. I slept in for the first time in a really long time, rushed to my maths lesson, got bashed by the instructor, went to uni and was told by one of the assistants (elements of l.a. projecting or some other similar shit) that she has no idea how I'll finish all the works in time. Didn't mention to her that I'm going to Finland on next week's Sunday.

In the evening it got better though, me and my brothers and their friends went out for a drink because it was my youngest big brother's b-day (me and the nicer brother even got him a gift), and I hate to say this, but man did that vodka with juice make me feel good. Didn't drink much though so I didn't even get tipsy or anything, even if I just spent 4,5 months without any alcohol. I'm almost disappointed with myself.

I know this is just PMS - it's horrible, why do I have to have my period just when I'm going to travel to Finland and spend up to 7 hours in a bus?? - but I can't make myself feel better. I feel so lonely and.. I dunno, hopeless. I feel as if the only people who want me are old farts who try to dry hump me in the bus. God, it still disgusts me!

I gave my last four painkillers to the nicer brother this morning because he had a really bad stomach ache, I hope he didn't take them all. I have a killer headache, thanks to sleeping in the middle of the day. When will I ever learn?