Dear Diary,
I have never been asked before what I like or what I want when it comes to sex. I didn’t even know how to respond to that question.
Kemper is always making sure I am happy. It is all so different.
In my broken world, he is helping me pick up the pieces and figure out who I really am. I have been so lost (still am) that I can’t even answer simple questions like what I want.
Another worrisome thing going on is that I can’t get a hold of my two friends, at all. I’m starting to worry. I guess it is fair, they have probably lost sleep over me before.
Kemper keeps nudging me to reach out to my dad. I can’t, for a multitude of reasons.
I am all over the place with this diary entry.
I wish I had someone outside of Kemper to talk to. I always seem to need reassurance that I am doing good or bad or advice. I think I’m on the right track so far but I also think there are aspects of my life that could use a little help.