Dear whoever the hell is reading this, you know how you have that time in your life or those moments where you really hate your parents? Yeah, that’s what have. I got this- this- this fucking bag it’s magic mama says but baba doesn’t believe in magic so I’m not sure what to do or who to believe. She’s said not to put anything inside but that the things I need are already there. That- “in time you’ll receive what’s required” at least in mamas words. All that’s come out is a magic eight ball. I think it rolled out in the middle of the night.