I don't really know how to write a page a day of writing. I don't know what to write about. This is scary.
I guess I'll just write about some things?
I know.
I'll write about my day
each day
and one day I will look back and cringe about everything I have written here and probably try to delete it all.
3/6/2015
Today was interesting, by interesting I mean slightly normal.
I woke up late, rushed to the bus. I remember people on my bus were surprisingly quiet today. Generally, they talk a lot and generally I listen to them without them knowing or just zone out. This morning was cold. My view from the window was dreary and although I go by the same things every day normally they always have a different feeling. Today it was just dreary. It felt like a dark aquamarine.
I got to school. Walking out of my school bus is generally normal always. I get out of my seat, this one kid always walks in front of me (and everyone) even though many others wait. Not that I'm complaining normally people wait if they have the seat next to me for me to go, which isn't entirely fair to them, it's not like I'm forcing them to. Walking out of the bus was cold, and generally icy. I slid once for 5 centimeters so I don't know if anyone considers that sliding but it was a warning to be vigilant about not falling.
Walked inside, pushed my way through the crowds, friends. I'm sure friends will be discussed throughout this journal. They are a weird bunch that feels very normal to me (but that is only when I forget how normal a person could be). I told them I was getting a library pass and the 2 Matt's followed. I looked at the stoners in the corner of my eye as I do every morning, they are a source of fascination.
The library is slightly different, the librarian normally there in the morning is gone, replaced by a girl from my Latin class, Tessa, but this has happened before. I type into the computer and receive my pass. I remember as I was about to go out I saw a glimpse of someone who looked like Matt who had already left, so I stared at him for 5 seconds, he stared back at the last one, and I left very quickly. I told Matt shortly after, he laughed at me. I begin to question again if my friends actually care about me at all
I guess I'll just write about some things?
I know.
I'll write about my day
each day
and one day I will look back and cringe about everything I have written here and probably try to delete it all.
3/6/2015
Today was interesting, by interesting I mean slightly normal.
I woke up late, rushed to the bus. I remember people on my bus were surprisingly quiet today. Generally, they talk a lot and generally I listen to them without them knowing or just zone out. This morning was cold. My view from the window was dreary and although I go by the same things every day normally they always have a different feeling. Today it was just dreary. It felt like a dark aquamarine.
I got to school. Walking out of my school bus is generally normal always. I get out of my seat, this one kid always walks in front of me (and everyone) even though many others wait. Not that I'm complaining normally people wait if they have the seat next to me for me to go, which isn't entirely fair to them, it's not like I'm forcing them to. Walking out of the bus was cold, and generally icy. I slid once for 5 centimeters so I don't know if anyone considers that sliding but it was a warning to be vigilant about not falling.
Walked inside, pushed my way through the crowds, friends. I'm sure friends will be discussed throughout this journal. They are a weird bunch that feels very normal to me (but that is only when I forget how normal a person could be). I told them I was getting a library pass and the 2 Matt's followed. I looked at the stoners in the corner of my eye as I do every morning, they are a source of fascination.
The library is slightly different, the librarian normally there in the morning is gone, replaced by a girl from my Latin class, Tessa, but this has happened before. I type into the computer and receive my pass. I remember as I was about to go out I saw a glimpse of someone who looked like Matt who had already left, so I stared at him for 5 seconds, he stared back at the last one, and I left very quickly. I told Matt shortly after, he laughed at me. I begin to question again if my friends actually care about me at all
