Morning Babble.

I wrote a letter to you.
I was going to type it up.
And put it in my other blog.
I read it out loud to myself.
And decided I sounded pathetic.
Every little shreaded piece is in the trash.

A total of 9 telemarketers called.
Well, actually only 2.
Because they rotate.
The 800 number.
Then the 888 number.
And then back to 800.
They were still calling at 9 o'clock.
That stupid Indian on the other end needs to get a new job.

It's finally Friday.
I'm kind of dreading school ending.
I don't want to be here.
Especially not for two days straight.
I'll lock myself in my room.
And pray Mother doesn't want to go anywhere.

It's like you people are shunning me.
Why am I being shunned?
Is it because I'm talking to her?
Seriously?
You have issues.
You only see her for the past.
But let's face it.
What she did in the past is what was best for her then.

I had a dream last night.
It wasn't as bad as a normal nightmare.
Don't worry.
I was only burning alive.
Because of a fire you started.
To be honest, I think it would actually happen.

I have to finish getting ready for school now.
Goodbye.