12:44 pm
I'm tired and don't want to go to golf practice. Sure, I like golf but I also like getting sleep and feeling rested. But it's not just tired, it's sort of depressed too. Going home and reading stuff about depression and autism spectrum disorder might help me understand what's going on in my head. Because I have no ideA.
Why did I have to be autistic? Why am I depressed? Will it get better? Maybe it will. Are my choices the reason? Is it because I sell my medication? Or because I stay inside a lot.
Listening to music makes me feel normal. Regardless of style. Metal, alternative, I like a lot of it. Helps me smile or not depressed or able to cope with society again.
Wish I could write songs like Tyler Joseph. Or George Reagan. Or Jorel Decker.
I sort of want a service dog but I don't need one. A pit bull would be cute but my parents don't like them. A lab would be perfect. I would prefer black but I wouldn't be picky about it. Labs are labs.
I want to sleep. I want to sleep. I want to sleep.
Sarah hasn't been at the school for a few days and I'm worried. Sure, she dated Nick. Twice. But she's still my friend. I don't know what's happened to her. Maybe I'll message her after school. Hopefully not after golf. Golf would be too much right now.
My left knee hurts and I don't know why
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A messed up teenage diary
Non-FictionEver since I was young, just about everything was difficult for me. Now, I'm 16. Not much has changed. Join me in my attempt to make it through my high school life with 7 mental disorders and a dark past.
