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// Day 1 
// Story: The Journal 
// by Ponified Lord Tacos 
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Day 1: Date- 6/22/1976

So mom told me to get a journal to 'record my thoughts and feelings' because she thinks i've been really depressed lately.... i mean, i think it's fine, except when dad comes home drunk... i don't think its necessary for me to keep a journal, but i guess i can humor mom, even though i really didn't want to, it's basically just a diary! I'm no girl, and i'm six for crying out loud, but i do kind of like the idea, i mean, this way i could never forget anything.... well anyway, it might be awkward talking to myself for a bit, but hey, if it helps me in the long run why not...?.... annnnnyway, i didn't do much today, school was boring as usual, i can't believe how mean my classmates can be... just because i don't have a cutiemark? i mean come on, mom said it's because i haven't found my special talent yet.... but what if i'm not good at anything...? well... oh well, on to the better parts of the day, miss Cheerilee forgot to assign homework today, so i got to play outside for a few more hours, that was fun! Dad started teaching me how to play catch, i got it a few times, but the rest of the time it bonked off my head, heh silly me right? at least mom kissed it all better. Ill see you later.

Hey, i'm back, just had dinner... mom didn't come home tonight for some reason, dad said she had to work late, but i think something else is wrong... but i didn't pay much mind to it. We had hay bacon and wheat as usual, sometimes i wish i was old enough to get a job and help out with the money... but i guess i'm just going to have to keep making due. I'm fine with it of course! as long as i get to stay with my family i'm fine. Well.. i've got to go brush my teeth and go to bed, i'll talk to you soon.