May 24, 2026

Dear reader,

I'm very bored I feel like life is too slow and I'm never doing enough. Like I want to change the world but I also just want to lay in bed. Ultimately I always choose lay in bed because what is a freaking child supposed to do but then I feel really guilty. But if I get up and do something productive I yearn for my bed. It's a loop and I'm stuck in it.



Moving on I went to the aquarium the other day look at these cute photos I took!

***Ignore the guys in the background idk them***

I went on a school day because I had an appointment earlier and it was almost completely empty. It was peaceful and at the end there was this touch tank filled with starfish and manta rays. They were kinda slimy but it was still really cool! I also took some photos of my sister and she really liked them and started using them as her profile pictures. It was pretty big for me because usually I'm not very good at taking photos but I've been practicing a lot.



May 25, 2026

Dear reader,

School was soooo bad today (it always is) and it was really embarrassing. During French class I fell asleep and then had to wake me up I wanted to curl up and die.·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·. On top of that I learned that apparently one of my classmates hates me??? I've barely even talked to her I know nothing about her and she knows nothing about me. What is there to hate?

Anyways continuing on from yesterday I have some more photos that I want to brag about (They're kind random tho).













***Glaze me plsplsplsplspls***



May 27, 2026

Dear reader,

today I was a part of another class because I'm in a split class and the older kids had to go on a field trip(why don't I get a field trip??) so it was just me and a few other kids. It wasn't too bad but I felt kinda excluded and I don't mean to sound like whiny but normally in my class everybody is in our groups and we stay there but when we merged with the other class and everybody else was interacting so nicely and I was just there(ik ik loser behavior ಥ╭╮ಥ). Also I didn't know what "Whatever tickles your pickle" meant and my friend kept on repeating it and I was slightly mortified because well (you know what I was thinking) but it's okay because now I know. Anyways I have loads of homework to do because I have math outside of school too and on top of that even though I do math outside of school I was still beaten during a math thingy we did today. My life is so unfairrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Ignoring that last part, bye guys!(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) (nobodies reading this but let a girl dream)



June 3, 2026

I've just realized how uninteresting this is so instead of writing a blog today I'll write a story( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )



Once upon a time in a land that’s second to the right and straight on till morning there lived a boy named James but you would know him better as Hook, Captain Hook to be exact. But back then he wasn’t James or Hook, he was Sandy. A Lost Boy.



And you, dear reader, may be wondering why Hook was trying to kill Peter if he was a Lost Boy himself. Why that’s exactly what I’m here to explain.



Sandy floated over a rosebush fairy dust twinkling around him. He peered into a window staring at what used to be his bedroom. It looked the exact same, not even a single speck of dust in sight. It was as if he had only been gone a day and in truth it felt like only yesterday he had been tucked cozily into that very bed, his mother at his side tidying his head, rummaging through and setting things right for the next day. A woman stepped in, her hair was gray and her face covered in wrinkles, but Sandy recognized her at once.



“Mother?”



The question slipped out of his mouth. Her head snapped towards the window, a smile spreading across her lips.



“James, my little Jamie, you've come back.” she said as a tear slipped down her face.



Sandy slid through the window directly into his mother’s waiting arms.



“Oh Jamie, you don’t- you can’t know how much I’ve missed you.”



Sandy glanced around, something was amiss.



“Where’s father?”



“Father’s gone, gone to a place where he shan’t come back.”



Sandy began to cry. He knew something was off although he wasn’t quite sure what was wrong. He was young, too young to fully understand what death was, but he got the gist of it. So he flew, flew far away. Back to Neverland away from all the pain of the real world.



Alas dear reader he left too late he had already lost his innocence (this sounds weird but don't take it that way) to the grief of loss and there was no going back. And so Neverland’s magic lost its effect on him. It was slow but Peter began to notice. First his voice lowered by a few octaves he lowered by a few octaves. Then he was an inch taller, then two, and eventually he towered a whole head over the rest of them. All children, except one, grow up and of course Peter Pan was the one exception.



“But aren’t the Lost Boys eternally young?” may be the question you’re asking yourself. So what happens when they grow up?



As the leader of the Lost Boys Peter was the one who chose the answer to that question. Nobody questioned where the older the boys had gone anymore.



The End ♫⋆｡♪ LALLALALALA₊˚♬ ﾟ.



I can't even lie I'm too lazy to finish but it's not that much of a loss because it's not that interesting. My writing skills definitely need some improvement.



Byeeeeeeヾ(＾∇＾)