Samantha said most of that. I just typed it. I'd imagine we'll write a lot of things on our own, but sometimes I'm betting she'll tell me what to write.
Samantha likes to blow in my ear really loud. I don't so much care for it. She should probably stop.
Samantha said, "I'm in high-school. And I have depression, anxiety, and ADHD... but I'm really smart." I would have to agree with her on all of that. Some of it more unfortunate than others.
It was at this point that Samantha wandered away from me, and began barking at our dog. His name is Apollo. I don't know his breed, but I know that he is a mutt. He's many colors of the rainbow. And that's just beautiful.
"I'm dizzy," Samantha said, as she walked up slowly from behind, looking over my shoulder. She left again, already, because her youngest sibling (my youngest child), Justin came downstairs. He's a cute little Waddles.
As she began messing with my nose, trying to force to me to sneeze, I did my best to not give her the satisfaction of sneezing. In the end, I lost, and sneezed like four times. She does like to pick on me. She's getting her little sister, Hope, to pick on me as well. I find this to be not very bueno.
Anyhow, that's all I have to say for now. I need to go and sneeze a bit. One of us, or both of us will be back.
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