Hi! It’s me! Lily!
Yesterday was bad. Today’s a little better. But I’m in a bit of a bad mood.
I was reading about the concept of a “Mary Sue”. You see, people seem to write fiction based upon their favorite characters in literature. I haven’t read much of it but I did see one called “My Immortal”, and it’s so bad it’s hilarious. But there’s this concept of a character called a “Mary Sue”. She’s always perfect in every way, everyone in the story loves her, she’s always central to not only the plot, but every plot, she’s beautiful and perfect and…
And sometimes I wonder if that’s how I come across here. I mean, I know I’m not perfect, but I don’t tell you all my flaws, right? I know I”m pretty, but my legs are too long and my face is too round and my hair is a little wild. And I’m innocent, but I’m naive and don’t know much about things. I don’t think I’m easily taken advantage of but sometimes I wonder. And some days I get in bad moods and even get snappy with people. They’re usually quick to tell me to cut it out, but I do have a bit of a temper. I’m not like Amber Heard, but I can get a little snippy.
Oh, speaking of which, why are people even paying any attention to that? It’s none of our business!!!
Anyway, I’m not perfect. I’m just your ordinary sixteen year old girl, with moods and mood swings and… oh. I think my “special time” might be coming. That would explain it. I remember when Sabby first showed me how to use… feminine products. Ewwww. I guess that’s not something I remembered. “That goes there?”. I remember saying, and expressing some doubt about the whole thing. But it worked out.
Sometimes it’s fun being a girl, and sometimes not so much. Boys seem to have it so easy sometimes. They don’t have to buy sooo many clothes, and deal with special times, and… and, I guess they have their own problems. I guess. But it’s nice being a girl too…. boys don’t like to hug and cuddle and no one cares if we do, so… there’s that, I suppose.
It’s still hot. Maybe that’s not helping my mood.
I need to walk Marie.