Mondays and Thursdays—the days where I have to go and see my therapist, otherwise known as "the dragon".

This visit wasn't as bad as it was on Monday, I'll admit that. She told me to bring my journal to our next session last time, and she didn't even read it! She just had me show her that I written in it, like, she just took a quick glance at the papers. I'm happy about that. I don't think I'd enjoy it if people read the stuff I put in here.

I wish I had a cat. They're fluffy, soft, like my hair.

Yeah, I just took a shower, like the first one ever since a few weeks. Okay, maybe not weeks. More like a month or something. I'm nasty. It's just because of my hair dye. It runs out in a couple washes, and I don't want to keep dying it over and over again. That'll damage my hair, wouldn't it? Besides, a little dirt is good for hair.

I smell like coconuts. I wonder if Frank'll point it out. I hope. I like getting compliments from him.

Oh, well.

I feel like cuddling under the covers all night, not even move once. I think I'll do that. I wonder if Frank'll join me. I hope. I like being close to him.