Ugh
I have to go over to my Aunts house in a few minutes to help her with something.
No. No no.
Thank you, mother, for agreeing that I will gladly do something before consulting me.
I do not want to leave my room. I do not like people.
I sound like a whiny brat but in reality I feel like I'm going to throw up. Apologies.
I bet my Aunt is going to ask me to play the ukulele and she's going to ask me how my writing is going and if I'm still writing and then she'll ask if she can see my writing.
Prepare for awkwardness to ensue, and wish me luck.
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Fallouts Journal
אקראיThis will be my little notebook/news place most likely. Story ides, stuff happening in my life, update times and so forth. If I go missing again, this will probably be the best place to check and see what is going on.
