Seventh Grade Journal

Library At 3:15

(Monday) August 29, 2016
7:48 AM

I have that feeling again. We aren't even at school yet. It hurts a little. I'll get use to it just like I did last year.

None of my friends from that school knew about my insomia or my so called issue. They did say if I was getting enough sleep but that was it.

12:27 PM

My mom decided that the food here was too expensive so now we have to bring cold lunch. Which I would rather get than that.

Again I'm in the girls' bathroom. I can't wait to get out of this nightmare.

3:44 PM

Mom told me to wait at the library from now on. I'm at where the highschool kids get their books. The ones for younger kids I don't like.

Books help me escape. Escape from me. Reality. Fears. Everything is gone except the movie going on in my head.

There are less people here than at school. The bad news is that there is still too many.

I should answer some of my Mom's questions and statements while I'm here.

"Did you make any friends?"

No. It's only been 3 days.

"You need to be more social"

I like being alone, Mom. Why can't you understand that? That and I'm afraid.

"Why are you always wearing a hoodie?"

It's my style. I choose what I want to wear not you. It's my life not yours. Why do you even bother?

"You need to talk more"

I listen to you, but you don't listen to me. Therefore, I have no reason to talk if people aren't going to listen.

Day: 3
Days Left: 177