Tuesday.
Nearly had a heart attack this morning. I'm gonna kill that British fuck. I wake up an he is just, idk, standing in the corner? As soon as I move a bit and open my eyes he says "morning sleepyhead." And I am terrified. He broke into my room! That asshole broke into my room! I can't get a minute of peace these days. He would not leave me alone today. Sometimes, I hate being small and light. He just picked me up and walked away with me! He did it when I was in the middle of a conversation with Charlie and he looked so confused. Wilbur even followed me onto the balcony and stood next to me, messing with my hair and wings. Sometimes I wonder about that man. I also found my hoodie on my bed. I think I know what happened. It smells like cigarettes and Wilbur.
Nothing else notable happened.
That's all.
