Once more, this chapter is quite short and boring, and if anyone is actually reading this...hold on?

Anyway, it's my birthday tomorrow, I'm gonna be 16!

Enjoy...

14/5/18

Nothing much occoured today, though my mother came home, somewhat complaining, somewhat praising (women are indeed quite a foreign creature), that Mrs. Birling of the Women's charity thing is being even harsher to the poor folk who come there, something about one of them trying to ruin her reputation. Sure, sympathy must be held for such creatures, however, they should each know how to respect their superiors.

I went to the palace bar to pick up a pretty one. Ages ago, there was a really nice girl, as rare as they come, however, the poor thing, she was so upset, I didn't want to make it worse. She wasn't there this time. I just had to go for one of the others, that the old Joe hadn't gotten. But it seemed weird without any of my friends (Edward and Henry moved away earlier this year, Gerald is currently in an odd state, and Francis's too busy sending time with his new wife), so I left her just outside. She complained bitterly, but she did choose to have that job, rejection is just a part of the loathsome work. I still feel a pang though: what a desperate situation she must've been in to get to such a stage!

15/5/12

I went out again today, father and mother are being rediculous, as usual. As such, I met with Gerald, for he too has informed me that his parents have been rediculous recently too. Well, all I had to say was that he was lucky he didn't have a sister: Cecilia only seems to talk of fashion!

To the point, Gerald and I returned to the Palace Bar, But Gerald didn't seem the same. His split with Sheila was probably hard on him, though he refuses to go with one of the girls. I don't get it. Besides, Miss. Birling wasn't even pretty in my view.

Thus, I asked him about it. He told me, he felt fine at first, but it slowly kicked in. I asked him, 'what happened, what happened?'. He said he shall tell me later. All he said, was, it was 'him.' He left me in utter confusion. I've related it to the odd glances he gave to the local ladies, but that's all.

20:00

Well, Gerald appears to be lodging in our guest room tonight. I offered him the spare room near the town centre, but he refused. I found out why. In short terms, be kept one of the Palace women- the pretty but upset one- for himself in the room for like a month. I said, with a laugh, that I didn't mind, and he didn't really either, but he felt bad for Sheila and the girl, he said. And just before he went to bed, he muttered 'Daisy died.'

He must've cared for her. It's somewhat weird, but I feel bad for him. That must've been quite a mess. He gave very few details about that man he mentioned earlier. I'll work that out sometime.