Anne Rose Day
Age; 17
June 28, 2017
So, my birthday has passed and the boy has helped me gather my stuff for what I'm building. He finally talked to me today. I rejected him. I don't like talking unless I'm forced to talk. He gave me a thing called 'Present'. I never have had one of these before or a 'Party'. They asylum threw me one. Of course I love to spend it down in the junkyard but they forced me to eat cake and have... Fun. Oh what a fucking terrible word. I hate fun. The only fun I have is when I'm building but i can't do that until later.
"HIYA ANNE!!"
"yOU FUCKING STARTLED ME WHAT YOU TWAT!!?"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"
"Oh joyful days, what's this?"
"Well , I went into the junkyard and got you some stuff! It's a present!"
"What is this so called present"
"Open it!!"
I eventually opened it and apparently this fur-ball may be useful. I thanked him and continued planning out my stuff.
"Sooo whatcha doing!?"
"I'm planning"
"Fooooor?"
"To kill you"
I turned to look at him but he ran I turned back laughing.
Fucking retard. But he's a good retard. This will end my entry for today,
Sincerely signed
Anne
