I know I didn't do it yyesterday. Sorry. Caught up in some stuff.
Today. *laids down and cries, legs hurting, dehydrated, and over heated*
I tried to ride my bike with my brother to a restaurant for breakfast. Not even halfway there and my mother had to put my bike in her truck and drive me home. Turns out she left work because her back was hurting so bad. Now I'm all sore and tired and sick because I couldn't do it.
This has been "Thoughts of the Day" with Bree.
YOU ARE READING
My Mind Journal
RandomSongs, poems, short stories, even just talking. This book is where me, the real me, will come out and chat. She isn't very nice most of the time, because she's sad. Beware: Emotionally unstable person writing things
