Dear Diary,
I didn’t sleep much last night. I cried and cried. It woke up my uncle so he took the time and just held me as I cried. I didn’t care. I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up again, he was gone and my light was off.
I feel bad for interrupting his life. And last night I did it again by waking him up.
I don’t think I will ever get my shit together. I’m going to be 18 in six months and I’m scared to death of it. I’m no longer a kid, bound by rules, I can do whatever it is that I want.
If I didn’t have all these court ordered rules, I wouldn’t do them. I wouldn’t go to therapy. I hate therapy. It is always very obvious how messed up I really am when I go. I don’t want to talk about my past.
I feel like I haven’t slept. I’m just going to get up for the day.