Okay, so I've been writing things every day for a while now

and I've figured out. Nothing. I think. I'm very self critical. And in case you didn't notice, I stopped posting what I wrote in the 750 on the other blog, to try and stop self censoring myself, but I'm not sure if it worked.

750 words

You miss a lot of context that way.

Also, I get the feeling that I'll completely neglect this. I'll try not to though, I like this place. Maybe I should start taking things from the other and paring and editing them

Hey, look here!

It's full of things I wrote but you don't understaaaand

What I did today

So today I was so annoyed and frustrated and tired of my dad that I went out for a walk to escape. I didn't even have anything to do, I just left. I left my cell phone behind so he couldn't call.
I sat down at a park and wrote a letter to someone I didn't know and mailed it. I went to the library and checked out a book by Agatha Christie. I went to this weird plaza mall thing and watched random families shop for things. I had a Doctor Pepper. I went back to the park to watch the sunset. All in all, I thought it was a good way to survive the coming week without strangling him to death.

When I got home, I found out that my dad took my cell phone, saved all the numbers on it, and then started calling random people on it to find out where I was.