November 18, 839

Okay, fine. I admit it. Writing in this thing finally got to me and I got impatient waiting. But this is still bothersome to carry and writing still feels like a chore.

Its starting to get colder. Expected in November, but it's still cold. I guess I will hide in someone's basement as I have always done. Few want to help those like me. I don't care. At least I'm warm and not hungry.

Other kids usually ignore me, s no need to worry about them.

Until next time