Diary of a poor bottle of food coloring.

Dear Diary

When I was bought at the store with many others I was happy that I would eventually be turned in to an icing for cake or even a cup cake. As I heard the voices of other food dye speaking about how excited they were to be together with their friends as they became closer to their end. I thought to myself about the memories that I had at the store. Like the time a kid almost stole me or the time when that very nice old lady who didn’t smell very good came and talked to me. The store owner called her crazy and shushed her out side. I wasn’t very happy when I heard two employees talking about how I was 6 months past expiration date (whatever that meant) then, a day later this nice kid picked me up and took me with him.

It’s been a while since I have seen something else besides a big white sky that covers us all.

It’s been a few hours now and I have just woken up from my sleep. Wait, something is coming out of the sky. It picked me up. It took my cap off. Now it’s… oh no…squeezing me very hard… I can’t take it I have to… Okay here it goes. 1. 2. 3. (Squish) wow now I am falling in to, the cake mix. Good by cruel world.
(Flush)

1 down a lot more to go, is the last I heard.