Day after day
March 6, 2025 at 6:22 PM
I woke up rude; I walked around all morning with a dissatisfied scoreboard; before going out, I got mad and was happy about something; I came to school with a look that reads: "I hate you all"; hunger; when I met a friend, I laughed at nothing and smiled stupidly, feeling all the warmth from my hands going into my cheeks; starved; came home rude again; sat down to do her homework and tell everyone to get out; a surge of unexpected joy and rage, accompanied by the dull laughter of a dying animal; a late-night snack; night walks through the expanses of the boarding school and again in the morning with a wild desire to sleep, which lasts all day! – and this is just one of poor Makapukh's days.
- Poor Makapukh!
– Yes, you're right, Barberry, poor me.
