Don’t try to impress me with your credentials, they don’t mean a thing in the real world. The movie was supposed to make me happy but it just made me squirm unhappily. I want to tell you but it looks like somebody else beat me to it. I don’t think I deserved supper today. All the music in my head are guilty pleasures and I hate myself for having guilty pleasures.

I’m not a racist, I swear, but these Indian people talked to me and I felt scared. The roads were icy and your boots didn’t find the traction they needed. It was fun making fun.

You made me try on clothes and I was uncomfortable, you just wanted to make me feel that way so you could laugh about it later.  You tried to find something wrong, but you couldn’t because I was truly fine.

I really, really, really, don’t think so. Its really, really, really, not easy. I woke up and everything went straight to my neck, right over my chin, my nose, my forehead, and over my mane.

I feel sad today. I’ve been feeling sad a lot lately. I think that it’d be different if I weren’t lonely, but maybe if I was with someone I’d feel sad too. Its the genes they tell me, the jeans. But the sadness isn’t a depressed sad, its just sad. Its tired too, and sometimes lazy. I’ll be fine I swear. Early bedtime.