Riley's Art Book/Journal

Meh.

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.