my mothers laundry flew outside and i had to get it. so i did. i found a shirt and a towel, which wasn't all. my mother was clearly disappointed. i apologized because i didn't want her to be even more disappointed
while i was coming home, a bird fell infront of me. i didnt know if it was dead or if it just fell. i couldnt move my lips to make any sort of frown. i dont know why
sometimes i dont think i have "trauma". im just a dramatic twelve year old.
i played with my dog
i procrastinate a lot
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whats up with me?
i like to draw.
i realized in 6 years ill be an adult. wow.
...georgia isnt as great as -my- parents said it would be. the kids are stupid. specifically the park kids. they are so loud. in sweden i wouldn't be able to go outside because it was often too cold. sometimes sure but rarely. (i went to that small park near my home with my neighbour/ classmate, she was very nice. i miss those times.) and when i do go down to this stupid park the kids are so annoying. -my- parents bug me to "talk to the kids!" they're putting so much fucking pressure on me
wow. a lot of words.
thanks for reading.
again this is not a vent book.
