Dear Mickey,
So I'm 13, and i have this book called Mickey. i guess you could say its a journal. I begin every entry with "Dear Mickey" and end each entry "Love Elmo" Hints where i got the name. in this "mickey" i write every thing...stupid stuff and all... but i have no 1 to share the good stuff i put in side it.
honestly, i feel kinda smart doing this whole blog stuff. i mean its cool in a weird "I'm a looser so I'm gonna write on something that people may or may not read" kinda way. and that's exactly it. see, i consider my self more mature than most kids in the 7th grade because, well, I AM! i have very few friends and i really like it that way. i mean i don't even wanna go to high school because i have an older sister who is now in college and judging on what shes like right now... IT SUCKS! i mean really. i dislike school with passion, i don't want to turn that into a BURNING passion! and 4 the record, i don't like school because i don't like huge crowds of people who think they are better than you. but any ways, this is my... garbage? yes... GARBAGE. Why? well, because this is where I'm gonna throw all my junk so that i can get rid of it and keep moving forward with my life. plus, i finally get to tell some 1 my juicy secrets and not care who knows!
Love,
Elmo
