Sometimes I have a character appear.
Im sposed to keep a jurnal. FI ken rite 100 wrds, thal let me go out with thuther kids but I dont see no uther kids. Jus ol pepl. 29. Sgreen out ther tho. I lik this pen 2. Ma ear iches. Ma hair 2, cuz uv the stichs. 48. Thers mor stichs on ma arm 2 from the axsident. 58. I no yur gone to reed this so dont think Im gone tell you no secrits and you dont need to bothr teln me I cant spel nethr cuz I no all that. 91. FI kood jus rmembr the rest. Im dun. Dun.
Two years now I’ve kept this scrap of story. That’s all there is, but I love it. It makes my head take off in fifty different directions.