Walking to the dresser at the far corner of her room, she kneels down to the lowest drawer. After a pause and a shrug, pulls out the drawer and sighs at the sight of at least twenty different journals of varying shapes, sizes, and colors. She chooses a pink leatherbound one, opens it to an empty page and walks to the desk to the right of her dresser.
Setting the journal down and picking up a careworn quill, opens the ink bottle clumsily, dips, and begins to write*
I am a little tired. but....
Review. 19. STILL single. but living on my own. That's a plus. silly.
i'm actually tired of this.
heh. only tired of this because... i have not seen my friends in awhile. tired because... well... working in a bookstore isn't exactly going to give me much pay. No matter.
I'm gonna read.
*leaves the ink to dry, climbs into bed, and hopes for a more eventful tomorrow.*