A day of the week.

It's Tuesday. The middle of the week.

I'm tired. I've been working on Maths sums all day.

It was just like any other day, had fun, had horrible times, got angry for random reasons AND stole a thumb tack from Irene.

Just a 'NORMAL' day. 

I actually realized something about myself last Thursday, and I wanted to share it with you guys.

Thursday is usually the day my family and I go out. But I had tutoring that day. So around 6:00 PM, my dad came to pick me up. For whatever reasons I don't know, he didn't come upstairs to pick me. Instead, he told my mom to call my teacher and to ask me to come down. 

Now, my parents haven't really left me alone or on my own at all. I'm terrified about going on my own. In malls, stores, streets, whatever. I really don't know how I am gonna survive in this world.

AND I'm terrified on going onto lifts alone too. I'd rather walk 10 flights of stairs, than step onto a lift alone. 

So, I didn't take the lift, and took the stairs instead. The lobby was just 2 flights down, so I thought, "Hey, this is gonna be OKAY." It WASN'T. The first flight of stairs wasn't even lit. And the door to the stairs just closed in after me. I was in total darkness. I tried one step at a time, but I was scared the shit outta me. When I reached the lobby, I expected my dad to be there. He WASN'T. I was just waiting outside like a little freak, and I was planning on going back up those darkness-filled stairs, but then FINALLY, my dad arrived.  

Lesson: I am a WIMP. I need a phone. Which can atleast make calls, for safety or whatnot. I am a WIMP. 

So that's that. Got no more thangs to blabber about. 

Whatever.

-Sam Frank.