The Journal Of A World Wonderer

Dear Diary,

To say I am slightly annoyed would be an understatement, you see I decided to mention a fact to my psychotherapist  about myself and she insists that I should attempt to write a diary.

You see I have started noticing flaws with my memory missing days and such but I have not touched any substances that would even cause this. The woman hopes that this will help spur on my memory and it should bring some order to my mind.

I suppose I should start this damned thing.

This morning I awoke with a fair amount of grogginess at 7:00 am. I hear my mother knock on my door to make sure that I am awake and makes her way back upstairs, I reply with a groan. I get up and make my way to the shower, allowing myself to sand under the hot water and wake myself up. Afterward I walked into room and thereafter dressed myself to  a suitable standard.

I rush out of the house after this and manage by the skin of my teeth to catch the bus and luckily arrive in school on time. I get through the trivial lessons dying to get home and start reading again, I recently found this intriguing fan-fiction site. To say I am a loner at school would be incorrect and correct at the same time, you see I am entirely capable at being sociable and will be but it is usually counteracted by my desire to be by myself.

To put an end cap on the day, I made my way home with general ease and decided to cook myself spaghetti carbonara, I am eating it while writing this.

I really can't see why that woman thought this would be good for me. I mean I can understand trying to relieve mental pressure but I swear I can hear the damned book groaning for boredom.

I am reading this entree back myself and I am noticing just how boring this day really is. I beg to anything make tomorrow interesting…