So we meet again, Mr. Journal. Here I am again to share my darkest secrets with you. To tell you about how troubled I am when there is no one to talk to.
Nah, not really. I don't really have any secrets (right now, anyway).
So, here is what I did today:
Nothing.
And my feelings for today:
Bored.
What can I say? It's the middle of summer, and my best friend, Brian, just moved away to some amazing country, while I'm just sitting here, rotting away in this dumpster. And I swear, there is nothing to do.
Let's make a list:
-My parents are busy working all day, so they can't drive me anywhere. This immediately rules out places that aren't within walking distance, like the ice rink.
-The air conditioning in the library is faulty; I swear, walking through there could give you heat stroke
- The local pool have been closed for repairs (not that I like swimming anyway)
-What is there at the mall which is actually worth buying?
-If I so much as enter a radius within fifteen feet of the local park, then I end up sneezing my head off (Hay fever sucks)
-And on top of all that, I have to stay home and babysit my younger sister, Bonnie.
Yeah. This is the amazing life of Kitty Thornwell.