Dear journal,

     I kind of want a dog. Don't ask why. Actually, I'll tell you. Daniel was relating Julchen to a happy puppy. I was only half listening. But puppies are flippin adorable and I got to thinking.

     In other news, I need someone to explain why Daniel's been obsessed with glitter lately. I just. . . I can't take him anywhere anymore. He's always carrying glitter and he'll just throw it at people. I don't see what's so great about it.

     I should take him to a doctor.

He's needed one for a while. Maybe I should call a therapist about his fear of dolls. . . Nah. He's fine.

It's not like he locked all his dolls from his childhood in a chest with a padlock. Oh wait, he did.

Unlike him, I have all my swords from my childhood hanging on the wall above my bed. Some of them are so tiny. I can't tell if that's rust or blood anymore.

Moving on, Daniel is obsessed with cross-dressing. He already was, but I mean to the point where he really wants to do people's makeup, though I'm sure he's just experimenting.

     I'm going to go hug people now. Bye.

-Hungary