Mimmy's POV:

 Last night. Last night I couldn't sleep. At all. This issue has been going on for several days straight. It has gotten to the point that the way I look at things has, well, I don't know which right word to use.. Oh yeah! Worsened. It definetely has worsened. Lack of sleep has been bothering me quite alot. Back then I used to beg mom to not go to sleep, since I wanted stay up for quite some time to play with Kitty. But now, I wish that chance to have a decent sleep came back. I wish I could soothe myself to the calming, yet comforting nature of a good lengthy nap. Blanket wrapped around me giving me the warmth for peace of the night. Yet, not even my blanket feels warm. It's like the word that my dad constantly uses, I think it's "fabric"? It feels like I am covered by a thin fabric and I just cannot ignore the freeze that I'm feeling. Honestly, nor can I ignore the fear of tommorow that awaits me.

 Kitty always wanted to be a poet, which strangely enough, was something that I dabbled into before. I tried to write my feelings out on paper. Infact it had gotten to the point that I had so many (and by many I really mean alot, last summer was so hot that we had to spend it inside) of them that I put them in one big album. I don't know where is this album, but I can still recite some words from it. One of them went something like:

And here I stand, feet to ground

hand on mouth, I can't make a sound

 Now it's certainly confusing on why I'm bringing this up, but... But I suppose it's a good way to show how I feel. Ever since school began, I've been getting more anxious. Fifi's been getting more friends, Kitty made some new ones too, but I just can't. It's like I'm shutting myself, and I don't mean only shutting myself indoors. I'm also talking about shutting myself mentally. Being shy is my weakness and it's getting stronger day by day.

 Yesterday I was holding a milk bottle in my hand while on the sidewalk, I accidentally slipped and what do you know, my friend Thomas was there. I spilled the milk on his shirt and it was so embarassing. Not only did I waste the milk that my mum told me to buy, but I also messed up my friend's clothes. I exclaimed that I was really sorry for this accident, and while he wasn't mad, I still am scared to think if he sees me as clumsy or not. I know I shouldn't overthink things, but it's really hard for me to do. I am so confused. So confused.