11. Yep, it's me. Flowey. Flowey the flower. This is the journal I'm supposed to write in now. Just know that I did NOT want to do this. This was Frisk's idea and Toriel endorsed it. They said it would help make me 'calm'. Maybe I don't WANT to be calm! How about that? This is so stupid. I'm not a baby.
Anyway, since I can't write, Frisk taught me how to use his laptop. He even password protected this document so I could have privacy. I think it's Fl4m1n60 or something like that. Doesn't matter if I write it in here because no one will figure it out. Hee Hee Hee!
Also, it's not like I'm going to write anything important in here. I'm not a writer. I used to write essays in school and ...they sucked. You don't have to tell me twice that I'm a bad writer. The prompts we had to write about were so boring, too. It was about things like "Write about your favorite time of year," or "Write about why you think it's important to be a good reader." My favorite one was "If you and your best friend had the whole school to yourself for the day, what would you do?" That one was fun. I wrote about Chara. She used to tell me about her school on the surface and how much it sucked. She would rather have Mom homeschool her like me. Honestly, hearing her talk about her old school was interesting. Sometimes I even wished I could go to the surface just to go to school with her. As you can see, the surface was EVERYTHING I imagined it would be... NOT!
Don't expect me to write in here every day. I'm just writing right now because I have nothing better to do. All the crayons are broken and I'm stuck in Frisk's room. The Internet is boring. Frisk doesn't come home for at least two hours. What the hell am I supposed to do!?