Okay.

I like to listen for my footsteps because mine are very quiet. My parents often don't hear me coming, and sometimes my presence startles them. I find it kind of funny.

So, I'm entering the world of being an only-child. I don't know if I like that. Today, my mom had me go to work with her. I think that's because she didn't want me to be alone. She kept me busy, stapling papers and cutting things out. I think I helped out, and it was good to be doing something other than sitting around and thinking all day. When we got home, we ate dinner with my dad. And since then, I've been sitting in my room, trying to come up with something that I could do. My mom even texted me from downstairs to see if I was okay. And I am okay. I'm not much better than okay, though. I feel kind of empty, and it's not just because my brother left.

I've also been feeling the need to write something new. I know I should probably be editing my book, but I don't really want to right now. I want to start something new, and I want to finish it. I don't really have any ideas, though. So starting something is kind of difficult.

I have nothing else to say right now.