" I'm fed up. This entire day was bad. I'm leaving the gym where I was supposed to train for my next badminton's match. I'm walking accross the street to take the underground. Here we are, I'm running into it like a savage, everybody's looking at me. Here, in Leeds, anyone stares at you. Actually, Yorkshire is plenty of people like that, or, maybe, it's just me and my depression who see everything with a negative eye. When I'm home, I get that tired that I lay on the sofa and, now, I'm listening to music. I may be a young man, but I love the 60s and 70s rock music, that's really my cup of tea. I didn't even feel that I was falling asleep. This night was not bad, but, a nightmare made me wake up at 6 am. Well. After my breakfast, the doorbell is ringing. I find an old man behind it. He's the postman. He asks me for my full name, I give it to him. Then, he hands a letter over me. That's strange, who could send me a letter the june 22nd? I thank the man and close de door. I having a debate. Should I open it or should I throw it out? No, I'm going to open it, right now, right here. This is a letter with some pictures. The letter says : " Happy Birthday, honey! 23 years old, that's a cause for celebration! I'm in London with Em, we miss you! " And with that, there are photos where she's singing, dancing and acting like she's the happiest woman in the whole world. She got presents in her arms and birthday cakes in front of her, on the little table. She didn't forget me. "
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nathea
bravo !! juste un détail : on June, the 22nd ....... :)
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" I'm fed up. This entire day was bad. I'm leaving the gym where I was supposed to train for my next badminton's match. I'm walking accross the street to take the underground. Here we are, I'm running into it like a savage, everybody's looking at me. Here, in Leeds, anyone stares at you. Actually, Yorkshire is plenty of people like that, or, maybe, it's just me and my depression who see everything with a negative eye. When I'm home, I get that tired that I lay on the sofa and, now, I'm listening to music. I may be a young man, but I love the 60s and 70s rock music, that's really my cup of tea. I didn't even feel that I was falling asleep. This night was not bad, but, a nightmare made me wake up at 6 am. Well. After my breakfast, the doorbell is ringing. I find an old man behind it. He's the postman. He asks me for my full name, I give it to him. Then, he hands a letter over me. That's strange, who could send me a letter the june 22nd? I thank the man and close de door. I having a debate. Should I open it or should I throw it out? No, I'm going to open it, right now, right here. This is a letter with some pictures. The letter says : " Happy Birthday, honey! 23 years old, that's a cause for celebration! I'm in London with Em, we miss you! " And with that, there are photos where she's singing, dancing and acting like she's the happiest woman in the whole world. She got presents in her arms and birthday cakes in front of her, on the little table. She didn't forget me. "