I'm young and I'm hopeless. I'm lost and I know this.

Yesterday I arose at six thirty. We left my house and then went to Waffle House. After breakfast, I drove us to Elsing Wildlife Preserve. BahBah said I drove to fast for him to read the sign. He made me turn around and drive back. Then after we drove to the end of that rode, he read the rest of the directions and decided we had been on the correct road. We arrived an hour later thanks to him. When we pulled up to the gates, we were greeted by guineas and peacocks. They called to one another, announcing our arrival. Yesterday afternoon I had to babysit. We went for a long walk. But before that, we had gone to the park.

I'm toublesome, I'm fallen. I'm angry at my father.

At the park, I spent my time on the swings. As I swang higher and higher, I began to remember. I remembered everything. The taste of sand. The door that led to the zoo. The crate that was my throne. Tracing one another and colouring. But most importantly, I remembered you. You're not who I thought you were. You're Christopher. You're my Kisstopher. You and I sat together. Coleman was there too. At recess, we'd run to the swings. I grab my faviurite, Coleman would help me up, and then you would push me. We always had fun. But then you moved away. I had forgotten, but now I've remembered.

It's me against this world and I don't care.

Today we have to work on our movie. Boob-Job Barbie must find her babies' daddies. Genetic testing will halp us. I'm going to search for the perfect ones now. I have to go through a lot of Barbies. I believe I'll also have to find a setting. On the note of fun things, Electric Six- Gay Bar. What a fun video. Danger! Danger! High Voltage! Flashing crotches and Abraham Lincoln. You hoe faces should go watch it.

I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.