I don't know what to write about. I'm lost. I have no imagination or creativity. I'm a loner. It's raining. It's thundering. It's lightning I'm scared. I'm in Mrs. DeBolt's class typing my blog. I don't know what to write about though. I have a headache. I can't wait to get home. I'm gonna go to sleep. Corey called everyone at my lunch table today ranchy. I mean what does that even mean? Like who are you. He needed to stop cause he be looking ranchy. I still don't know what to write about. I want Summer to come already. I'm getting tired of school. I want to sleep in late and not have to get up at 6:00. That's not cool. It's mean. I should be able to get my beautysleep. I'm so bored. I'm so tired. I want to go to bed. I'm also hungry.
