2:03 a.m.
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19 January, 2004

Sometimes I think about changing my name. Maybe something plain like Jane or Sally. Or Susanne... lots of people already call me Susanne. I'm not sure why.

My mum goes into hospital in the morning. I've even prayed... just in case.

I need more magic in my life, I need to ingest the spirits of the world and let the glitter bubble in my veins and give my heart a halo. When I get a cat, I'm going to call her Genevieve, with the French pronunciation.

My dad read my essay today. It's the first time he's ever read a piece of my school work. Ever. I sat there wishing I had tried harder. I would have done if I had known that everyone would want to read it.

Bedtime. Fingers, toes and eyes crossed for me.