This was when I was still confused about what a Writer's Notebook was. You'll get that, though, from the entry. We had to listen to a song "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield and then write about it.
I don't have a biography. Sometimes I don't tell people how I feel and act like I'm happy. Though most of the time I really am happy. But when ever I go to my grandma's house I always fake it. Because I'm never happy to go to my Grandma's house. It's not that fun to watch my younger siblings and cousins. I'm actually still not sure what my life unwritten means. Does it mean like what the future has in store for you and how you never know and you have to write your own book? I really don't know. Most of this entry is just guessing what unwritten means. Writing this entry would be a whole lot easier if someone explained it to me.
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