Hey there, diary. Today is one of those days where I woke up with a million thoughts running through my head. Should I call Sprout and tell him how I'm feeling, or should I just let him deal with his friend, Goob? It's always a tough decision for me, being the wildcard that I am.
I can't help but notice the sleeves of the sweater I'm wearing, they're longer than my actual arms. It's a quirky little detail that I've always loved about this sweater. It's like a reminder that I don't always have to fit into the mold that society expects of me.
Speaking of quirky details, my head is a gachapon. How cool is that? I like to think of myself as a little mystery box, full of surprises waiting to be discovered. Just like those gachapon toys you get from vending machines - you never know what you're going to get.
I've been thinking a lot about Sprout lately. He's such a sweet guy, always looking out for me and making me laugh. But sometimes I wonder if he truly understands the wild side of me. I mean, he's seen it before, but does he really get it? And then there's Goob, his best friend. He's a good guy, but sometimes I feel like he doesn't quite know how to handle my unpredictable nature.
I guess that's the thing about being a wildcard - not everyone knows how to handle you. But that's okay. I like to keep people on their toes, never knowing what to expect from me next. It's what makes life exciting, don't you think?
I think I'll give Sprout a call later and see how he's doing. It's always nice to check in with him and let him know that I'm thinking of him. And who knows, maybe I'll surprise him with a little adventure or two. After all, that's what being a wildcard is all about.
Until next time, diary. Stay wild.