Abhorsen... (336.)
Hmm. 'Ghoti is going a little awol. Like...keys aren't working. For instance, the enter button. So this is going to be one big, ugly paragraph--m'kay? Cool. So. School was decent. Coming home sucks, as usual. But I delayed that as long as I could by staying to wtch Raiee rehearse for the play... Ah. Wonderful. Dan and Raiee practicing--enertaining, yes. - So. Hmm. Then I came home. And, lo, something hates me very much. I feel so very trapped right now--all I want to do is run like Hell. I don't want to tell her anything, I don't want her looking at my scars, and I don't want to be on pills. She deserves none of the satisfaction. She said something really stupid today, too. "You'll hate me for this, but I hope you can take that hate and use it to fight it." She was referring to my depression. And I... Just wanted to burst out into psychotic, hysterical laughter, right then. And then cry. Because this moron doesn't know what she's doing to me, won't accept what she's doing, and can only fuck me up as long as she has "the right as a parent". **Shudders. And bites her arm.** She's violated my safeplace. My sanctuary. So. Ah... - Thursday, I got to see her psychiatrist again. I won't say anything. 'Cause he'll just tell her; in spite of the law with the confidentiality and shit. I guess it doesn't apply to me. 'Cause I'm a chiiiiild. - Nn. Wanna feel at ease again.