dear diary,
my parents are wierd.
sometimes they dress me up in beach clothes even though its cold outside. they try to read to me, but then they just pass out. they sadly attempt sing me lullabies when they don't know the words. i must admit I'm getting tired of breastmilk. i asked my mom if I could maybe have some sushi and saki, but all she said was hush, baby hush. oh, there are days where I feel like no one understands me. i daydream about getting naked, setting the house onfire, and riding the cat off into the sunset. how we lead lives of quiet desparation....
at ten weeks - obediently yours,
indy
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