February 9, 2012
Dear Diary,
Has it really came down to therapy?
Last week my parents had both agreed to it, and my decission wasn't in the cards. I had never wanted nor wished it to happen. I pretended I was fine, but in reality I wasn't.
My meeting was pointless to me, so why should I had given her full and clear answers? It probably would've been right to tell her what I was feeling, but it didn't feel right in my gut. I never really prefered or had liked telling anyone my feelings or personal thoughts. Never seemed right to.
Maybe I need a break.
A break from school,
A break from home,
Maybe a break from myself . . .
Love,
Darla
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