Age: 18 years, 4 months, 24 days
So I got back to the camper and of course redacted had looked for me. He wanted to go to bed. He blew up when I asked if I could go read by the bathrooms. It’s okay. I figured he was tired. It was a tad disrespectful. He talked with me this morning.
I was in a bad mood since I woke up angry. I was a bit upset that I had to lie in bed at 11 PM. It was hard to fall asleep. That’s over though. It’s time for a new adventure.
We’re in the car driving to redacted’s, well to redacted’s. I can’t wait to see them, especially redacted.
Passing by we can see a lot of damage done by the hurricanes. Signs are blown over, trees knocked down, and houses collapsed.
I was just thinking about redacted. Everything reminds me of him. Of course, I want to be thinking about him. It’s nice, and we have such nice memories. I’m excited to have more times with him. I’m going to read.
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