Today was more of the same. Meeting Rosie, getting hurt, etc, etc… I mean, it's nicer now, being able to talk to Evan and coming home to see mum somewhere else than I left her. But sometimes things are just… Hard. Something nice, I guess, would be when mum was able to help me with dinner today… See, when she first got sick, I had no idea how to cook, so we relied of frozen food and takeout, but that's really not healthy, especially when mum's sick and Luke is lactose intolerant… So I started going online more to read recipes, watch videos… Anything. I taught myself how to cook through research, trial, and error. Now I'm a culinary student… Funny how it all works, ain't it?
Evan says he hasn't seen the spiderman movie yet. It actually kinda hurt, knowing I wasn't able to take him… For just a second, I really wish I could've taken him to see it, not Rosie. But that's not right. I love her, right?
When I was walking home, someone tried to take my stuff. He said that since I was on his property (I was walking on the sidewalk, as is the usual) I should get away and give him my bag and laptop for the trouble. I ran away. I feel bad about that. He tried to grab me, too, but I run a lot, so it's okay. I really wish Rosie would let me take the bus again, but she says I'm too fat and that I need to walk more. So I'm not allowed on the bus anymore. That's okay.
Today was a long day. I'm tired. I'm also glad that there wasn't any work today. But there will be tomorrow.
Goodnight, friends.
My name is Jackie Florence.