Dad left this morning. I finally calmed down enough to come out of my room this morning. Actually I had to, it's a school day. I didn't come out yesterday at all. But anyway, I had to go to breakfast once I came out. Mom wanted me to sit in Dad's chair but I didn't want to. And she said she wasn't thinking that morning and she made two cups of coffee for her and dad but dad had to go and would I want his? And I tried it and spit it out. She made it just like he wanted it. Bitter. Yuck. And school didn't go too well either. I couldn't focus, and everyone was asking if I felt alright for some reason. I guess I look sick. I feel sick too. And mad. Sick-mad. I don't know what to do. I feel helpless. And like they don't need my help. Like they don't need me. And like I can't even write correctly.
And that thing about my life confusing me isn't funny.
Who's Who behind this Blog
- JoJo
- I'm saying nothing about size here. Yeah, Laugh. I'm Black and grey, but not by choice- that's my fur. I've got 96 little sisters (who are almost all bigger than me)and now 1 little brother. I'm the oldest; I'm a typical firstborn. Sometimes really dumb, too. I like to make music, If you look me up you'll find most people say I have talent. But I don't sing for other people. I sing mostly just because I can't help it... can't fight it. (Ha Ha) I have set up a symphoniphone (for those who care to know, that's a musical instrument) in an old observatory... What most people don't know is that I still try to see stars out of it... I'm interested in how we get weather and stuff if we really do live on a speck, On this subject I've tried to talk to M.L. LaRue But I really can't understand what she's saying and I give up on that for now.
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