I hate myself because it was my fault.
I sprayed him too much then I put the fan on him.
I feel so dumb I can't even see the keyboard because my eyes are so blurry, he was barley 5 years old and its my fault he didn't live longer.
He was blue and white he looked like he had a bald spot on the back of his head because it was all white, he would sing and dance and whatch my family eat.
I think that my other two birds know something has happened.
I swear that everything has to be wrong or happen to me or to those around me.
I have to act joyous tomorrow because I have to dress up as MRS Clause, This is going to be fun fun fun.
On somewhat of a lighter note I have finished Middle schooling, and am a Senior as of 28 of January.