Yeah, so. I'm supposed to be writing in his little book, and jotting down all my dumb feelings and thoughts. Fun. I hope they keep you very entertained and amused. Not. Yes, okay, I'm in a bad mood. I haven't necessarily been here long, and I hate it already. I mean, seriously. I resent the place. Are you supposed to feel that way about a thing so soon? Like, it took me years for my resentment to lean towards my parents! Okay, so. Yes. I haven't met anybody nice here. Apart from one girl, who is actually kind towards me. Her name is Bella. Her horse is Dixie. I guess I can say I have one friend here. I guess that's all I'll ever have. Enough, now. I cannot be bothered to write a thing more.