my journal

dear journal,
i decided to keep you because my counselor sujested it. And also because i would spontaneously combust if i don't write within an hour. that might be an exaggeration since i haven't wrote anything once in an hour, and im still alive. but still, that hour nearly cause me to to pour gasoline on myself and jump into a lava. in that cast, i would burst into flames in seconds.
Anyway, today is the day i wrote a letter to my grandma. she is dead. but hopefully she will get my letter in the underworld. well, at least thats where i think she is since she never did any good thing besides cooking and cleaning. but if she did, then i'd probably didn't see it. or else she never did any good things.
on my letter, i wrote many stuff and asked the question most common grandaughter would ask.
"why were you mean to me grandma?"
for some crazy reason the letter never came back. was it she didn't have the answer? or did the letter get lost? i sometimes wonder.....




this was a joke. my grandma died but i loved her with my soul.