Year

     I was grumpy today. I yelled at June and almost lit her on fire, but I went to go pout by the pond before I hurt anyone. I met a nanid there, but she was kind of rude, so I told her to go to the sixth, which probably not a good idea looking back on it.
     I cried a few tears, but my eyes still seemed dry. The first few years had been so hard, so wet, that I had hardly thought there was anything left.