Hey journal! I'm sitting on a bench at the park right now, just writing. It's calming out here, no noise at all, well except for the wind.
My mom and dad headed back to the cabin, so it's just me. There were a few kids here but they didn't seem to like talking to me so I came over and sat on this bench. The kids left a while ago, but I wonder why they didn't like me. Is it my hair? I mean, I'm gorgeous, why wouldn't they like me? Maybe it's my voice, too raspy?
I don't know, but other than that it's been peaceful. Maybe I'll come out here more often.
Well I'm gonna head out journal, gotta get to bed. Until next time!
- Jamie
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