10/9/22

I’m back from the camping thing and my grandmothers funeral. It’s 2 am rn and the lights still on in my room. I met my cousin yesterday. He’s a artist like me. I couldnt find any good pictures of my art but I found his art instagram. His art looks like my brain. I like my dads side of the family. They’re a lot less snobby and stuck up then my moms side. My uncle brian was there. We talked about the front bottoms for a while. He’s pretty cool. Anyways I wish I were older. My cousin is a full decade older than me and even though our brains sound the same, I guess a 22 year old doesn’t talk to his 13 year old cousin about his problems. I wouldn’t either. But I’m still stalking his insta. Im glad I’m back in Massachusetts tho. Pennsylvania is nice and all, but I missed Boston. I miss the city though. I live too far from Boston, though I do go there every week on the commuter line. I hate living in a rural area, there’s too many cranberry bogs and not enough people. People stop my brain from sounding like an echo chamber. I don’t even like the taste of cranberries. Anyways, I’ve decided I’m moving to Pittsburg when I’m older.

-rozzy