Dear Diary. If enough nice things happen at once, the atmosphere becomes kind of magical. It's midnight, and I'm on a balcony in a cosy polyester blanket while the slightest of breezes chills my legs.  There are fairy lights to the left of me. I'm eating shelled peanuts. There's a girl sleeping in my bed.

A plane takes off in the distance. I'm surprised that I don't wish to be on it. I remember the loneliness I use to feel without my girlfriend. What would be the point of a destination without her?

I was in a bad mood today, and I don't know why. I got depressed. Yet my girlfriend put up with it, accepted it, and was still happy when we got home.

Today I had a strange feeling. I was with a student with brain damage, and I was pulling funny faces to make him laugh. It reminded me of making my siblings and their friends laugh when I was a kid. I felt like I was about fifteen again.

Out of all the people I've been, I like my 15-year-old self the most. He was arrogant and sneered at stupidity, but he was funny. And he was true to himself, and he was good at pulling faces.