Dear Diary,

Today has been very unproductive. I am sorry to say I cheated on my diet. I
skipped running as well, neither did I go to the gym. My room's a mess. I washed my hair, but didn't get my eyebrows done. The laundry's done, but I haven't ironed any of the shirts I need over the week. I did throw out the trash. And made some paneer.

I thought of home all day today.

At some point, I fell asleep. And dreamt of being 15 all over again. When I woke up, I felt cheated. I am all grown up now! There is no more make-believe. I have my own apartment, my own job, and I am independent! And this is what it was all about.

I wish I was 15 again.