8/31 My plum looks like a smooth lime with a stem. It has two distinct colors, one makes it look likes it’s wearing a hat. A baseball helmet to be more specific. I hate sports. My plum was introduced to me as a jocote instead of a hog plum. My plum is basically right next to my face, and it can almost make me tear up. It smells and stings os mildly I almost didn’t notice. I wonder what it tastes like? I wonder if it’s as hard as it feels. I would compare it to an odd marble. A marble with just a few scars.
9/5 I don’t know what will happen to my plum after I release it from its bag. I certainly won’t eat it, I don’t feel like it. Maybe my mom will eat it, maybe it will rot and be thrown away. I couldn’t care less honestly. Why should I? It’s just a fruit, nothing super important. I’ll feel better when I don’t have to keep writing about it. There are more exciting things to write about. I mean, a plum is just a plum. I could definitely write a fictional story about it. I just want to be free from this plum. It’s hard and looks unappealing.