Atschool, I drew, I Drew, andathome I wasatmyhidingspottalkingtoBugsy, and I heardit.
I saw a foxwalkingoutsidemyroom.
He's calledBenjamin.
I thinksomethingaboutdoingthatvoicemakesmybackofmytonehitmyUVlightmakesyouwannathrowup.
It's delightful, but I probablybeabletodo a bunchwithoutgoing.
PhiloDiary.
Mydadliedtomeagain, notgoingouttotheparktoday.
I mademyselfpretty, buthedoesn't careall.
I feelsad.
I cried, butMommytoldherbuttoldMommy M Okay, I'm afraidif I tellher I'm sad, she'llbeangrysometimes.
I don't knowhowtofeel.
Nobodyisteachingmehowtofeel.
I wish I I wishinschool.
Theyteachuswherefeelingscomefrom.
Butforreals, nofairytales, yaksforever.
I firstgotshesays, thatshesays, Yikesforever.
ShesortofSprinklesoneverythingorsparkles.
Oh, it's socute.
Butyes, definitely.
I'm talkingaboutthiswithsomeoftheguysrecentlythat a lotofpeoplehavetalkedaboutthiswhere, yes, weshouldstartteachingkidsinschoolhowtotakecareofthemselves, especiallynowin a worldfullofsocialmedia.
Itwashardenoughgoingtoschoolwhen I was a kidon.
Allyouhadtodowasworryaboutthose, however, manyhoursinthedaythatyouwereinschool.
Andthenafterthat, youcouldgohomeandbewhateverorwhoeverthefuckyouwanted, youcould I couldgohome.
And I hopethatit's reaching a peakwheremorekidsarestartingtocomeoffFacebook.
I haveusedFacebookin, like, eightyears, butmoreandmorepeoplearedroppingonFacebook, and I wonderifpeoplestartdroppingoffTwitterandInstagraminthatkindofstuffmorebecauseit's fuckingyouup.
IsitOKtohavefeelingsfor a foxdependonwhatkindoffeelingsBenjamintheFoxcametovisitwhen I wasplayingoutsideandwelookedateachotheronmyheartfeltwarmonlikeif I wasabouttovomitbutin a goodway.