saturday 16th april 2007
it's about midnight right now and I'm only writing in this because Carol told me to whenever I was sad.
So I'll be updating you every second of every day?
Mom didn't come home tonight. Or dad.
Zack was pretty harsh to me when I walked in, teasing me about the pink streak in my hair. He sat with me in bed till eleven, though, both of us holding onto one another.
He's only like this when he knows something's about to happen. Sometime's it's good, like the time he knew exactly where Brendon Urie would be in Hollywood. We never met him, but at least he knew. Most of the time it's bad.
I'm nearly out of medicine. Carol, I need some more.
I feel bad; I was drawing and then started crying for no reason. Carol said it was a side effect of the medicine, but I don't think so. I think I'm just messed up.
I don't cry often. Nor did I eat today, probably leading to my break down. I've read about that on Carol's computer once when she was out of the room. And I know I won't get told off because she said she wouldn't read this.
~ Tyler Joseph
