Dear diary,
Cathy didn't come over today. Not like I was waiting for her or anything, that would never, EVER happen. I thought about going to her place, but why would I? So I stayed in my room, much to the disapproval of the fosters.
I didn't do much... in all honesty I did nothing.. nothing worth remembering at least. Just a bunch of staring outside and sulking. I don't know why I was like that, in all honesty. I guess I was just.. not bothered to do anything? I really don't know.
I tried to sleep but the sleep just wouldn't come. I tried to draw but the motivation wouldn't come. I'd try to read but none of the words seemed interesting. I just felt so.. alone.
The fosters offered me their bland food every now and again, knocking at the door and leaving whatever they were bothered to cook outside. I ate some of it, leaving the plate and the mushy remains of the dish they had so carefully curated outside. The fosters were more annoyed about this than usual, but I ignored them.
I wish I could just escape from the bleak loneliness, live a life of fun and adventure, where I actually mattered. Where I was loved and appreciated, cheered on by the masses.
Maybe Cathy would be there, by my side. Maybe we'd have adventures together.
Maybe.
