Dear Diary

Entry #15

I woke up in the hospital with bandaged arms. My mom layed by my bed and cried. She told me that her and dad had a very big argument at the hospital and it resolved to him moving out. She said we had no other choice. That was a lie. It was all my fault. They argue because of me. All me. I cause these bad things. The doctors gave me a suggestion to go to counseling. I agreed because that's only what they want to hear. Therapy is just someone pretending to understand what your going through. They don't know. They're just judging you.