Dear Diary :): 2018

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Flowers for Delilah

I didn't know what to write.

It's just seems corny, you know to write. Putting thoughts into sentences. Kinda cheesy 'Dear John' moment accept that events haven't occur yet. Tell you what... I'll start with ' I'm sorry: I'm good at I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that your day didn't go right. I'm sorry that your sad today. I'm sorry that you shoes got soaken wet from the rain. And your toes are wrinkly like a prune from all that water. Life is tough. It would come as a shocker to you that during my time we bathe in the rain and jump in the puddle ,we weren't scared of the tiny worm dirt that can quietly crawl into our skin. I was too mesmerize at my wrinkled feet and how I could peel of the skinwithout feeling pain. I'm sorry that we are too poor and instead of having a driver you haveto use the bus. But imagine this, you still have a driver and a passengers door that open by itself when anyone wants to get out. How cool is that! The bus will stop at a press of a button! You don't even have to give instructions. I will tell you something what my motherfold me. SAFETY... By... ... NUMBERS. What better way to be safe than having30 Otherpeople with you.

TBC