May 22th, 2015
Today was a normal day at school for me as per usual. I went to my class, did my work yadda, yadda. You get the picture. I SWEAR, I cannot stress how boring that place is. It might be "cliche" or whatever, but they teach you nothing important.
Imagine if school was tailored to your specific goals and talents, then it would be so much better! I would have all the time in the world to focus on what I like, and plus kids people would stop complaining about it so much!
Ok, ok, enough whining about stuff I don't like, let's talk about stuff I do like! That's what diaries are for right? So, during lunch Alyssa told me about this cool series, it's got things based off of mythology and legends. So of course, she thought I'd like something like that.
She's one of the few friends I have. It's not that people at school don't like me or anything. Actually, I don't know if they do or not. I've never really cared about what other people think about me. Call me a loner if you want, I don't care.
But she's real nice, a really peppy gal that can make even the downiest of downers like me smile.
Oh yeah, about that series. Sorry for getting off topic there. It's called something like records or something… I don't remember the title all that good, I'll look it up later. But it must be really good if she even liked it!
Mom's probably gonna be getting home late, again. Look, I know she had to work, I know she has to make money to even feed us both. I just wish it wasn't like this…
Look at me getting all sad over my mother going to work, of all things… What am I, a damned kid? I don't know, maybe I am. Sometimes I feel younger than I am, and other times I feel older than I actually am. What do people call that…? Mental age, right…? Yeah, I think so.
Enough about that though. Alyssa's here with me. Sometimes when mom doesn't come home she comes over. She's been doing that ever since I told her about my family's "situation."
She doesn't have to, she just does. I guess she really cares about me, huh? That's nice of her. She made me a pasta because she knows I like those kinda things and mm-mm is it good.
Oh god, I hope she doesn't read this, it's not something like out of "embarrassment" or anything. I just don't want her to. (Besides I'm pretty sure ANYONE would be embarrassed if somebody read a section of a diary where they praise a friend.)
But if she is, Hi Alyssa! Thanks for the pasta, you're a great cook!
Hey, I've already used a decent chunk of these pages already. This diary thing is easy! I only did this because I thought it would be nice to have somewhere to put my thoughts, but DAMN. This feels oddly nice. I'll probably be doing this from now on.
Sigh… It's getting late. I should probably "clock in" for the night. Tomorrow will probably be better today, hopefully… I don't know.
Welp, this is yours truly signing off, adios!
- Emile