Past noontime the day goes on, and I can hear the younger children playing outside. I'm not sure whose they are, and if they weren't so happy and carefree I might be concerned that a guardian isn't incredibly close. Two little girls, around the same age, both with pink beads in their kinky hair, they're adorable.
I wonder if I'll have kids someday. I'm not the type to swoon every time I see one, and I don't particularly yearn for one, but someday I think a little boy would be nice. I think I'd name him Riley or Camoran, the same two names I'd consider for a girl. I don't want him to go through the troubles of having a name that doesn't fit his gender, if he decides that he's instead a little girl, that she's instead a little boy, that they're something altogether different, like me.
Looking outside, I can't help but wonder when the last time I bothered gardening was, I was never very good at it, but I did love growing sunflowers. But the time for growing is spring, not the end of summer.

This isn't my first account. I've been on this site on and off for about... Seven years? Not really sure, to tell the truth. I love this place, and I think I always will. Maybe I'll stick around, make some friends. I hope so.