Has anyone ever done something really stupid before? Like really stupid and painful? Not on purpose. I know plenty of people here might like a bit of pain and I still can't get over what someone did with a spatula in the kitchen, but, I'm serious here. I feel like if American Pie was remade to include a psychic storyline, I'd be in it.
I don't like Sunday's. My throat hurts from screaming.
I'm going to miss all the Christmas music and lights. I watched the ball drop last night. What's going to happen next? I want to run away. I don't understand why we want to draw attention to ourselves. Did everything go according to plan? I hope so. Are there going to be more missions like this?
I haven't given June her birthday gift yet. We should go out for dinner? Now that everything's cooled down.
Does anyone want to order pizza tomorrow afternoon and watch Step Brothers? It's funny.
I don't have to wear gloves all the time now. It's really nice. This place as scary as it can be is really good with helping me control my ability. I suppose I should thank the people who have been nice to me. Which isn't many.
I have a date... I think. What do people here do on dates? Better yet, what do normal people do, because I'm sure what you all do on dates is definitely not what I want to be doing.
I'm never taking my gloves off again. It's just impossible. I have control and I know that it's a lot easier than it was months ago, but it's just too much to deal with sometimes when people around here do weird things. I need to do something constructive. Maybe build a boat in a bottle? Is that really possible?
June... do you want to do something with me? Because I like you.A lot.
I don't want to shoot a gun so I have to take self defense with Kim and I'm afraid of her. I sprayed myself in the face with mace and stun guns aren't supposed to be used on dogs. I feel sick after this morning. Today is going to be a bad day. my birthday was on the first and im not sixteen anymore. I dont feel older
Why would people do things to each other in the kitchen? It's a communal place. I don't understand, but there isn't anywhere safe. Even the last occupant of this room. I need all new things, but I can't go shopping because I can't leave just yet. I am very unhappy, but I am managing.
For the record, I don't like when people walk by my room and pound on the door for no reason at all...
I have misplaced my journal. My actual journal. The one I write in with the pen I stole from the bank when I ran away from home. I got a lot of peoples pin numbers and information. I hate having done that, so I keep the pen as a reminder. I'm not all good. Just afraid of myself. I have to get a new shower head. I'm too tall for the one now and I have a bump on the back of my head because of. The window at the end of the second story wall is going to break soon.