I am so lonely. Mr. M is gone at school. My mom is around at night and that is actually pretty nice. She’s helpful and useful. I’m going to go get small in a few minutes.
I have gotten to the point I hate her teacher. I shouldn’t. I always tell other Christians, “Why?” when they say that, but I feel guilty about it. I asked God to show me He’s a generous God, to be honest, I just don’t see it lately. He has given me a lot of things but I am not appreciating Him.
My mother has me on an anti-acne crusade and I do need it but I can’t find someone who will take my insurance. I feel disgusting and scared with big old welts. Who knows why? Both my mama and Mr. M think it’s dietary and want me to keep a food log. It p.o.ed Mr. M that my mom said it too. I have refused to do it because I don’t want one more thing to do related to health.
Blue. I am blue.