I got this journal from my mom today. She told me it was to "be used as a diary" and that she "wouldn't look through it".
After her literally taking out my entire closet to see if I had a candy wrapper in there (because I said I didn't, and that's not enough), I have zero faith in her not snooping through this book.
(Mom, I am so disappointed in you if your still reading.)
Anyway, I had a normal day today. Wake up at six a.m. Get dressed. Eat. Brush teeth. Do hair. Do makeup. Got to school. Learn some stuff. Got to marching band practice. Hang out with the football team. Go home. Watch Netflix. Read. And now I'm getting ready for bed.
I don't know why I decided to start writing in this. I think it might be "therapeutic and good for my health" as my mom says, but I honestly think it's just because I'm bored.
And I have a sense of satisfaction for doing yet another girly thing.
With "love",
Corinth
