Week 3

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***POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING***
That's the song that Ryder is listening to as we speak.

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Saturday March 20, 2015
Trinity is trying out for the school's swimming team. I'm glad she's keeping up with it. We used to swim together, but then I decided to fuck up everything in my life.
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Sunday March 21, 2015
An came late to group today. I tried talking to her after but she just, left. No words or anything.... I'm going to try to text her later maybe we can meet up at the bridge, who knows.
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Monday March 22, 2015
I'm worried about An. She's still not answering me. Did I do or say something? Why else would she be ignoring me? I'm honestly such a fuck up.
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Tuesday March 23, 2015
We are scheduled to have our third quarter tests this week... I can barely focus on eating my cereal in the morning. An finally answered me, all she said was 'hey sorry I'm not going to be able to talk until Thurs. see you then.' What the fuck? There's something going on with her, there has to be.
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Wednesday March 24, 2015
I looked up that band An likes. My favorite song of theirs was probably I Think Ur A Contra.
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Thursday March 25, 2015
An didn't show up to group today. I asked Miss Alison for her address. I'm going to go over there tomorrow. Maybe her parents can explain why she's acting like this.
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Friday March 26, 2015
Well I'm about to head to An's house, wish me luck.-

It was worse then I thought. I got there and her uncle (strange guy) let me up to her room. He was acting pretty weird. But anyways I heard something from the bathroom. When I walked over and opened the door, she was just sitting there tears streaming down her face. Then I saw the blood. She had a blade, the cuts on her hips were bleeding through her shirt, I didn't know what to do. I don't know what to do. She's in my bathroom now, I don't want her to go back to that place. There was something about her uncle. I'll have to ask her when she gets out.
(later)
Abuse. There were bruises that were in the shape of a hand on her wrists and neck. HOW COULD HER PARENTS DO THIS! HOW COULD ANY OF THEM. She told me that she was going to overdose, but then I walked in. God An. Why?

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