Dear Journal,
What the hell happened here...? Where is this girl going and who did this to her? Is she a soldier in the Salvation Army, because I've heard that's tough work and she looks like she's been through the ringer. She looks like she's sneaking away from the Salvation Army and she's hoping her manager Phil doesn't noticed she jacked a boat load of stuff before she walked out those doors. She's looking back with that 'Oh Shit' face like she can see Phil through the window and she is hoping his eyes don't stray from the boxes of molding clothes he's sorting through. All things considered, she literally made it out with some of the worst stuff the Army had to offer. I can literally smell that coat from here, that damp old stench that you only find in a grandma's closet. The Native American wall decoration she's wearing as a necklace, the multiple beaded lamp strings she had tied around her neck, it's all just bizarre. She then apparently, on her way out, snatched that hat right off a Styrofoam mannequins' head. Also journal, she is wearing a belt with some sort of pouch hanging off of it. Is she going to the wilderness to grow apples now that her time in the Salvation Army has ended. What a mess.
Goodnight Journal
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