I can only see the world through my eyes, and the world is shit.
I'm grounded from the internet until...I don't know. I was never told what the conditions that must be met for me to become ungrounded are.
Tuesday was a very difficult day. I tried killing myself again. Obviously, I chickened out. I had forgotten that I left a letter on my father's pillow beforehand. So, the next day I was taken to my therapist and placed on suicide watch. I'll probably be transferred to an institution for adolescants for my "intensive" therapy, which probably only means I'll have to sit and tell them everything they didn't want to know so they can diagnose me with some bullshit disease.
I played the piano well. Driver's ed sucks. I hate Landon. I despise Gunderson. I hate the car. And I hate driving.
I've been reading Ayn Rand's "For the New Intellectual." Good book, that. I love her philosophy, though I fear I'm falling into what she calls "me-too-ism."
I want to apologize to all of you for everything. Ally, Ben, Renee, Alex, Andrew, Andy, et cetera. I don't know why. I'm feeling guilty and incredibly low.
Que exit.
Tuesday was a very difficult day. I tried killing myself again. Obviously, I chickened out. I had forgotten that I left a letter on my father's pillow beforehand. So, the next day I was taken to my therapist and placed on suicide watch. I'll probably be transferred to an institution for adolescants for my "intensive" therapy, which probably only means I'll have to sit and tell them everything they didn't want to know so they can diagnose me with some bullshit disease.
I played the piano well. Driver's ed sucks. I hate Landon. I despise Gunderson. I hate the car. And I hate driving.
I've been reading Ayn Rand's "For the New Intellectual." Good book, that. I love her philosophy, though I fear I'm falling into what she calls "me-too-ism."
I want to apologize to all of you for everything. Ally, Ben, Renee, Alex, Andrew, Andy, et cetera. I don't know why. I'm feeling guilty and incredibly low.
Que exit.