Hi, I'm Lynn. I'm 17 years old and this is my first EVER diary. My mom got it for me when I started therapy. I've been in therapy almost a month now for various reasons that I won't share yet. I finally decided it was time to talk to someone, or something in this case about my problems. Just kidding, I'm actually being forced to do this. My mom is sitting directly across from me watching me like a hawk. She says if I don't write things down I'll go back to my quote on quote, "old ways." This better work or else I'm trashing this book and everything else.
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Ok that's chapter one for you so yeah.
