Сегодня выборы в городской совет. Я не собиралась туда идти, но позвонили из избирательного участка, униженно просили придти проголосовать. Первый раз такое. Видимо, явка вообще никакая, так что стали обзванивать. Сходила. Проголосовала против всех.

На дороге обратно вспомнила детство. Как мы ходили голосовать всей семьей. Потом я просила пойти в буфет и мы покупали пирожные. Grandpa was alive. So young and energetic. He kept joking as he usually did. I have never seen a better optimist. Gosh, I miss him. I miss him so much. Over a year has passed and it still hurts. I would give anything to spend one more day with him. I'm afraid the pain will never leave. Sometimes I wish I were an orphan just not to loose relatives. I feel so so bad!! And I have nobody to talk about it, only myself. I don't want to upset my other loved ones and I don't want to go with it to my friends. They will think I am silly. So, here I am, talking to myself in this diary.

On my way home I also bought Patchouly incense sticks. They do relax me. I use them instead of sleeping-pills I used to take.

Later