Back from Spain

Hello.

So, I'm back from Spain. It was pretty good but I was there when the Barcelona attacks happened. I wrote about it while I was there: 

Today thirteen people died. 

A van drove into a crowd of people on Las Ramblas in Barcelona. 

Around a hundred were injured. 

I'm still in Spain. 

I wonder what was going through that crazy van driver's mind. I asked mum, she said "Hate." Did he choose which crowd he was going to run into? Did he target a specific demographic- young people with so many years ahead of them? Or was it just blind rage? Did everyone look the same to him? Sick.

At the moment I just want to go home. Home to shitty little Trogslight where nothing ever happens other than that time they found that unexploded bomb. I want to sleep in my bed next to my bookshelf and ukulele thinking about Lithium or Nitrogen not "What if we never get home?" or "What if there's terrorism at the airport?"

I cried earlier. For various reasons. But the thing that really set me off was my mum smoking. Thirteen dead and she decides to light up? Hasn't all this death made her value her own life more instead of smoking it away. 

Generally, Spain was fun. The WiFi didn't work in the rooms which was really frustrating but I got used to it eventually. I did lots of reading instead. Writing too. I invented this character called Emeline Braken. I did some little doodles of her using a blue pencil- blue is the only colour I brought. I wrote a little fairy tale called The Stone Queen. It's a bit weird. 

Bye. x