Woke up, dressed, fed cats, got ready, did chores, got some yoohoo. Still have the purple ponytail. Waiting for grandpa to drive me to school. Ugh, school. (jfjdbd) I arrived at school and none of my friends are here yet. (AJ is here.) I'm the first one here. Art was boring. We critiqued our art then messed around. Second hour was *bla* easy. In homeroom, I ate three bags of chips.
Same old day. Sorry that it's short.
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)...
