Scarlet left my house today. She spent the weekend, which was fun, and usually it's sad seeing her leave, but I'll see her tomorrow. Plus sometimes I get really quiet and play video games, which I'm scared I might bore her. I play video games a lot. I text a lot. I also talk a lot. Oh, and listen to music a lot. Dad is cooking. Also, about my dad, he's not really my dad. I call him my dad. He's my grandfather. My dad passed away. I am listening to a song called "Lonesome Street" and writing.
I keep watching the clock hoping that time will go by faster. I just want it to be six or seven so I can sleep, and hours will pass, and I will wake up to yet another morning. Maybe I'm the only person like this. I spend a lot of time looking at a clock.
