A good question needs a good answer.

" maaaaaan, the day is so bleak."

The sun shone directly to my face. I took a timecheck, it was 6:30. (so early.) I went back to sleep under the covers and then a knock was heard about 30 minutes later.

"BOOM"-- wapaak. It sounded like that, like a hammer on rock hard cement, it banged and banged on the door 'till I finally got up. *oww*. Papa was knocking on my door. *whoops rewind*. What date is it? May 2nd. Oh yeah. It's papa's birthday! woot. woot.He was asking me to take care of Sean. My head hurt. There, that is the product of sleeping at 2 am. aww, man. :

After lunch, I was a sight to behold- drenched in my own sweat. SPOOF*. It`s been quite a BORE. I NEVER had money. (desperately need it! hahaa). err. : Looking away, I noticed the sun shining brightly away. *oh, mr. sun! mr. golden sun!*. I stopped and smiled. Quickly, I managed to find my notebook amongst the icky stuff in my black bag. I got a pen and wrote my heart out. The heat was getting to me. OOOWGH. Awhile ago, I went to the beach. I managed to walk from grandma's house to there. Meeting different faces which as a matter of fact, dazzled me. How did God create so many faces and never repeated them? (wel, except for twins, DUH-UH!) Ok. ok. lame question. Soo lame indeed.

My mind is a vat of toxic waste, a waste of stupid and pointless thoughts. DUMB or DUMB-ER!? Who am I? I never cared, maybe I was DUMB-EST! Then, my cousin shouted, "A good question needs a good answer!". I mean, have you ever wondered why? Well, I never did. Why does it even mater? Why would I give someone a good answer if he or she asked a stupid question right? I mean, we're only as stupid as the question. So, why does it really matter? The day ends here. I closed my book and I hoped to find answers SOON.