I miss the way I used to be. I miss the things I used to do.
It’s nice outside. I’m kind of enjoying it. Not very much though, because I’m inside, sick for the third time since school started, and because I’m thinking of upsetting things. I never used to think of things like that. I just ignored them. Was I really that much worse off for not thinking about them? Seems to me I wasn’t. I don’t know. I can’t trust my head right now. Being sick doesn’t do wonders for my brain. Oh well. My brain really must not have been working too well in the first place. Look at the messes I get into.
Please, I need a little magic. I need a little help.
I can’t believe I just said that. Okay. I’m going to unsay it. Ready? Watch.
.pleh elttil a deen I .cigam elttil a deen I ,esaelP
There. It’s been unsaid. But I can’t un-mean it right now.
And yes, Dad, my blinds are still open. Like I said before, it’s nice outside. And I need that kind of magic.