Aaaaaaah.
So, that was my date with Ben. Yay!

ALSO, I’VE BEEN ACCEPTED AT XAVIER UNIVERSITY IN LOUISIANA.
I am going to New Orleans for college. I’m finally getting away from this house as far as possible. I just need to get my money so that my reality gets even closer. I think I’ve been attacked with lazinesssenioritis because I haven’t been doing anything important lately. I should, but when I get on the computer I just do nothing. Ah well.

So, I’m going there to major in Philosophy.
Also, I went to my Psychologist, Dr. Sussal. I think I hate him.
I do blame a whole bunch of shit on my parents, but I also blame a whole bunch of shit on myself too. That’s why I was fucked up.

I can’t talk about my emotions in person with people anyway.
I hate for them to feel sorry for me. I hate for them to critique me. I just hate people, overall. I think I’m going to kill someone at Douglass, the longer I stay there. Thank God this is my last year in high school, because I am seriously reaching my breaking point.

Today, my mother went shopping for an elegant black dress. My greediness came out and I started trying on clothes too. I feel bad, so I’m going to use my time on the internist trying to find a place she can find a new dress. I also have to send a message to my therapist that I can’t go to her anymore. My mom hates her. She said she’s not going to pay for my therapist anymore—the only person I can even talk to, since all my friends don’t know me anymore. Hell, I don’t even know myself anymore.

Name three things near you.
Well, I have a lot of shit near me, but I have a slice of birthday cake from my neighbor. Her birthday was Thursday and she had a party today. My little sister and mom went over (and the four year old came home with eye shadow and sparkles!) and brought me some cake. There’s the nineteenth story I’ve started and there’s the shit I bought from the mall today.