i have always journaled,

ever since i was 6.

sure back then my entries were just doodles of my day,

but it still helped me convey my emotions.

i was at the shop with my mom,

i sit at the lunch table with my few friends,

i have so many thoughts at this time,

i am silent.

i need new friends.

i think.

new friends that don't treat me like i'm dirt.

we stick together like Snufkin and Little My,

as the time passed by,

and you moved and i stayed,

we never unstuck.

when spring came back,

we would walk and talk all day,