I don't know if I should make Reiko nine or fifteen in the Cinderella book.

Oh and, I'm sleeping in a boy's room at my mom's friend's house. Not that I have a problem with it, I just feel weird sleeping in someone else's room. I'm pretty sure he's in college.

But um...

Y'all people keep saying "she looks like her dad" or "she looks like her mom". Pick one.

We passed by the place I had my daily routine at. It was a cafe and my parents brought me there during lunch time, my nap time, so I would have an epiphany and start screaming so loud my parents had shifts of when they could eat. One went outside with me while the other ate, then they switched cuz I was a little pain.

And y'all, I got my sketchbook back, expect art tomorrow, maybe today.