Seems this kid has lots of stuff pent-up inside him…
Dear Life: [I don’t know what else to call you]
So, what’s the deal? Why don’t I get to go outside? Okay, okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, I DO get to go outside, and in fact, my mom keeps telling me to go outside. It’s almost as if she doesn’t want me around. I’m so unloved! I can’t take it! Why does she want me so far away from her! I really hate it when she calls me a ‘drama queen’. Especially since I’m a guy. And if she calls me a ‘diva’ again, well, that’s it! It will be time to simply tell her I want a new mom.