Dear Diary, I went out with my friend today. It was alright. She talked, I listened, she listened and I... made an attempt at speaking. I was mostly silent. We got snacks, I didn't enjoy them at all, but she seemed to like them so I ate a bit anyway, just so she wouldn't feel bad. Over all, I would have rather not gone... but I hope she had fun. Don't get me wrong, I love her company. She's a really good friend and I'm glad to know her. I just... well, it was a bit awkward I guess. I had therapy today to. It went ok. I was really anxious so I couldn't talk well. I did talk though. I'm proud of myself for that. Actually I'm not, but my therapist would probably say they were proud, so I think I should be proud of myself. Nothing else happened today. My younger sister is in the next room with her friends smoking pot. She asked me to go downstairs to get some snacks for her. I got them bread and Nutella. They thanked me profusely, as if I had just lifted a life long curse. I mean, they were high out of their minds, so... oh to be high like that. I don't smoke anymore though. It really messed me up. I'm glad I stopped, but damn do I miss it. I'm going to sleep now.
-Capri