The Best Book You'll Never Read

The Diary

I've been living at Jasons for the past couple weeks and I have started about 3 fires. All grilled cheese related. I got bored one day and started a diary. It's gotten my mind off things for a bit each day. I've realized I really like writing and Jason says that I'm good at it from the bit of the diary he read 3 days ago. When I was little, I loved writing stories about adventure and romance and I was damn good at it too if I do say so myself. It all ended when I came home at 14 to my mom crying. When I asked what was wrong, she explained the accident to me. My dad was dead. He was my muse. My best friend. My only friend. After he died, I just lost every bit of my imagination. The most creative thing I could think of doing was using my foot to pick up the tv remote after I lost my millionth job. It was all gone. At least I thought it was.