Squint at my window. Yell at my window. Mentally apologize quickly to my window for being so crude. Walk across room to door. Curse past me for leaving open cd cases astray on the floor. Tell myself I will do better tonight. Acknowledge the fact that I will definitely not clean my room. Get in the shower. Contemplate getting out of the shower. Decide against it. Repeat 7 times. Get out of shower. Put on over-worn outfit. Change outfit. Repeat 3 times. Pat myself on the back for only changing 3 times. Pace around room in my underwear. Put initial outfit back on. Pour cereal. Pour milk. Realize that I do not have enough milk for the excessive amount of cereal I have already in my bowl. Tough it out and eat it anyway. Grab keys. Walk out door. Realize it's far too cold for what I'm wearing. Open car door. Close car door. Run back to house to make sure it's locked. It is. Start car. Drive.
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Teen FictionI don't know what I'm doing but maybe it will all work out I hope to continue writing this, whatever it is, in the form of a daily journal type thing, belonging to a boy named Nathan. Bare with me.
