Meandering through the thoughts.

I walked from the House to my house today. I watched the snails cavort, solemn on the concrete flatlands. It took me about an hour, and it was about three and a half miles. It was good.

I have eaten:

cereal plus raisins-250
a flake-50
some dinner at the House- 200
muesli in tea and raisins- 250
two slices toast-250
one slice of bread-100
cake-100
1/4 a baked potato-100
cucumber-20
smoothie-100

I feel like there's something else... but as is, that's... 1420. Seems a lot. But that's OK, I have done a bit of exercise today.

I'm thinking things I shouldn't be about someone twice my age, and she'll never reciprocate. I like her less than I did, but still some. She offers me food but I can't eat normally in front of her. That's always a telltale sign. I ate what was put in front of me today, but I took a mouthful and some fell out. I don't think anyone saw but I was embarrassed nontheless. I refused yoghurt. It came in strange packs, I didn't want to risk it, but maybe shouldn't have said so, not so much anyway. I say things wrong. I am wrong. I'm contrary and silly and stupid, wrong wrong wrong.

She doesn't say this but I think people think it, and she would too.

Today she wore a purple sweatshirt and purple velour trousers. She showed me a pumpkin which I thought was a swede. She likes to play at thoughts and make them other things, and I like to do this too. Pumpkins to carriages, the neighbourhood to Paradise, and I suppose it all is to her, in her world. She makes me laugh and I like hearing her laugh, properly. I didn't too much today, but I will. Her head's the perfect height to rest on my shoulder. I want to help round the house and do things for her, though she doesn't need much doing. Everyone there eats so fast, I wouldn't have thought it, but they do. Fast eaters, thin people. I'm not a fast eater and nor am I thin. I wonder.