Well here I am, trying to start up my notebook writing again. I've tried more than once, but every time it fails horribly. If I'm lucky, I'll write for three days. So I'm thinking maybe it's that I can only write like a maniac in these kinds of notebooks. I hate spiral notebooks. They're just so...tricky. I mean, who can figure out that spiral thing on the side?
So, by chance, after I got home from babysitting today, my mom and Morgan (my little sister, she's 10), decide they need to go to the dollar store to get stuff for Morgan's trip to Camp Fitch next week. This is going to be great, a whole week without Morgan and her chronic whining disorder! But anyhow, I'm getting off track. I know they always sell these notebooks there, so I hopped in the car and got one.
Why I need to write again
1. Because I'm emotionally out-of-touch, which makes me emotionally unavailable which makes me appear to be cold and heartless (which I may or may not be).
2. As shown in the item above, I can't explain anything without confusing everyone!
3. It's sad that I wrote so much for so long and then just kind of stopped.
4. I should preserve these golden years on paper so I can look back at them in the future and sigh with sympathy.
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Completely embarrassing, totally true, and surprisingly hilarious...this is my teenage diary.
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