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In a world of my own it would not get cold in mid-June (unless I was south of the equator).

don’t make decisions when you’re upset, and don’t make promises when you’re happy.

We were three girls in a dark tunnel.

One of us was leading. Taking on the brave role of torch-holder and navigator as the others followed behind. She pretended to be strong, pretended that she was confident, because in reality she was too scared to face herself.

One of us was in the middle. We put her in the middle because we said she’d never been in the tunnel before, she would be too scared at the front or back. She was almost offended by this. She wanted us to believe that she wasn’t a wuss. But because we’d assigned this character to her, she played the fool and whimpered when the tunnel got darker.

The one at the end was happy, but she wanted to be up the front. She wanted to be the torch-holder. She couldn’t understand why the girl up the front got to be up the front. She often wondered why the girl up the front so arrogant and confident all the time, while the girl in the middle was such a pushover. It drove her completely crazy.

The three of us huddled together, forcing laughs, pretending to be brave or scared.