Monday, August 21, 2000

August 21, 2000


I'm back at school. It is a nice time to get away from parents. I haven't made any friends, but maybe this time I will. Maybe the 1st grade is my lucky year of school. My life could turn around this year. I can make plenty of friends, and get along with my parents.
I never did have any friends. No one wanted to be around me. Someday I would have a friend! And I hope that someday is today! I don't even know what having a friend is like. What do you do with a friend? How are you suppose to treat them? I have no clue. Well, except I know a little bit of what you do with a friend. I'm guessing that friends play with each other a lot, go to each other's birthday parties, and stuff like that. There is just one problem about that for me. I never have had a birthday party. My parents never let me have one, and no one would've come anyways.
I'm still not getting along with my parents. Yes, they still hate me. What am I suppose to do? I'll just have to try harder. Wish me luck!

Saturday, January 1, 2000

January 1, 2000


My parents official hates me. They basically want no part of me. *sighs* I just want to make peace with them, but will that ever happen? What would it take for them to like me? I wish there was an escape route or something. They say that I was crazy, insane, etc. Was I really crazy, insane, etc.? I don't know. I have been seeing things, mostly people that no one else can see. This is the biggest reason why they think this about me. Am I really just seeing things, or does these things really exists? I can see them very clearly. Could they really be all in my head?
I just heard a rumor. It is about how my parents was celebrating when I died in the hospital. Yes, I did die in the hospital. When I was a born, I had some sort of disease, so I was kept there for about a month. I was dead for a couple of seconds. Don't threat! Everything's fine now! The only reason why it was a threat to me is because I was very young. Everyone should know that babies gets sick much easier.
I don't think I have much to worry about. I'm only six right now. I have my whole life to prove them wrong. I will prove them wrong! They can't just hate me for the rest of my life! It is the beginning of a new year right now! Maybe this year things will be different!
By the way, I have named this dairy Rosie. It is named after a cute little skunk. I wish I could have a pet skunk, but I don't on a farm, or some place away from everyone. I don't want to either, because we would have to put a lot of work into it. I just want a skunk. Why? Because I they are cute to me, especially striped ones. The spotted ones are cute too, but I prefer the ones with the strip. They even have my favorite color, which is black. I love black.
My parents are coming, so I must stop writing. I'll write again another day, but until then...