9/15/18
I'm tired. I have a purple ponytail. I was just going to borrow it, but she said to keep it. That was nice of her. She said she has lots. I don't feel good. Hm. Odd. I can't start a diary because I just look at the page but I can write on my work?! *sigh* Booored! (Huh?! No capitalization after a comma. Some kid in class asked if you capitalize a letter after a comma. Like, hell, we are in a ninth grade class. Are you okay? Even I know that.) Hm. Man, the places I am inspired to write. (Sixth hour English. I failed last year so I'm a Sophomore with a Freshman class.) It's hella weird but sometimes writing just comes so easy. Odd, right? {Odd Todd.} I had a good day today. I was strangely outspoken for an introvert. Like, I'm connecting with people I normally dislike or don't care about. Hey KD, whats up? I'm not. LOL, I'm sitting. My face is unusually greasy today, too. Probably because of the paint on my face. Hm. Should I redo my nails or just have naked nails? (I ended up doing neither.) The paint is bugging my face. Ugh. I want to take it off. Aw, I didn't read my book today. :( *Ah!* [sex sound] Well, I'll live.
Hey, sorry. That's all I wrote in sixth hour, so here ya go.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Older Me
Non-FictionThis is for me so that I know what I did and how I felt. I was an angry person in 2017. I hadn't thought of doing this until 2018 so I'll try to keep writing this, not for you, but for me. If you ask for an update (like anyone is going to read this)...
