the fucking medicine doesnt work but i take it anyways. i take it and i cry more then before. i cry about how lonely i am. and how dissapointed everyone is. and how i cant handle school or a day sober. and how the closer i get to finishing school the more i realize after i graduate next year i really might end up worthless and not be able to fend for my self.
and my only two friends are getting an apartment and living together and now i just feel so left out because im stuck in this fucking house still seventeen with my parents my diversion officer and two fucking psychiatrists breathing down my neck annd all i want
is to be left alone
i want to grow up
i want to be free
i want to not cry.
a time line,
when i first started writting here, in 6th grade:
8th grade summer:
freshman winter:
sophomore winter:
beggining of this summer:
end of this summer:
this winter:
last month:
friday:
