I don't know what I am feeling right now.
I know I'm not happy, or mad.
But I don't think I'm sad..?
Maybe I feel neglect.
I don't know.
Feelings are so..strange though.
I don't understand them (nor do I want to).
Am I good at grammar?
I don't think so, too be honest.
I'm just writing empty words.
This whole chapter means nothing.
Is emptiness a feeling? If so, that's what I feel right now.
I don't even know why I wrote this.
I wonder what I will be eating for dinner?
Probably nothing again if my dad is cooking.*
Oh well.
*When my father 'cooks' he normally tells us to find something in the house to make for ourselves.
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RandomI shall post random art on here because I'm bored- This is the admin btw-