Journal,
Hey, I'm back. Surprising I know. Most commitments that I make I usually forget about and end up screwing them up. Like how I tried to be a vegetarian last year. I forgot that I was the next day and ate a cheeseburger. Whoops.
Not much happened today. I woke up at 5:30 because I forgot to turn off my alarm. Then I woke up again at 7:00 to go and wash the dishes and found out that someone else did them for me. I went back to bed again and woke up around 8:30. I usually wake up early anyway.
Today was Thanksgiving. Not too many people came over but there were enough to need two extra folding tables. It was my grandpa and Nana Kailey, my step-grandparents Pandora and Roger, then my two half-sisters Calla and Kelsi, Calla's husband Meyer, their two kids Harley and Octavian, then Kelsi's kid Mckenna, don't forget my three younger brothers Gabe, Grant, and Sanderson, there were my stepmom Sari and my dad Jacob. Oh, and there was my step-uncle Mickey, my step-aunt Hallie and their kids Maximus and Roan.
Now that I listed it out it seems a bit more than what I expected but you get what I mean. I hope. Anyways, I did a few things to help today like peel carrots and stuff like that. We started eating at around 3:30 and the food was really good. I wrote a little bit on Wattpad after I realized that I hadn't updated in two months. Oops...
The only people that stayed late were the grandparents and they stayed until like 7:00.
I mostly just hung around with the kids all day. I really don't mind hanging out with them, in fact, I love too. It's just that sometimes I feel like that's all I'm good for in our house. Yeah, I get that you want to hang out with your friends but I mean I shouldn't be watching your kid every day. I don't know anymore, I know I can do something with my life and I know that some people's lives are worse than mine but I just wonder what it would be like if I didn't have overly strict parents and can do stuff like walk to the end of the street and back.
Well, it was fun talking to you today journal, but I have to go feed my neighbor's dog and take care of the rest of their zoo. As long as I get money for it, which I am. Happy Thanksgiving.
~Grace
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