Dear Diary,
I just got back from my internship today.
Everyone greeted me with a LARGE amount of smiles and a LARGE amount of squeaks about my trip.
Everyone except...
Except...
Except...My mother...
I don’t understand why she doesn’t want to see me.
I don’t understand why she doesn’t want to talk to me.
I don’t even understand why she’s mad at me.
For some reason, I feel like I’m the only mouse in the wrong. My friends tried telling me that I didn’t do anything wrong, even if they had to pretend that everything’s gonna be okay. To me, I still find their hopes less promising... I still find myself thinking about how I should’ve done things better. I know now that It’s entirely MY FAULT for leaving. I should’ve never left. Now everything’s falling apart...
Someone...
Anyone. Please? I just want to figure out what’s wrong with my Mother.
I want to figure out how I can help her... Please? Someone? Anyone? Please...? I want to help my mom...
Yours truly,
Paulina Ramon…
…
Well folks, you’ve seen it here. It’s been three years since we’ve kept quiet on our “TOP SECRET” concoction… I believe that it’s finally time to make its epic introduction!
Oh! Wanna know what it is???
Your getting close…
Your getting reeeally close….
Your getting veeeeery close….
Almost there…
Noice 😎










