(Don't know the date)
Dear you,
You know how I was planning on escaping? Well turns out I'm like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the movie escape plan. It's currently midnight and I'm sitting at a bus stop writing my journal. (Wow! What a brilliant thing to do when you're alone). I managed to get hold of my clothes and make a run while my parents were in the Cafeteria. But like the idiot I am, I forgot my phone. I remembered to bring my journal but not my phone!. Couldn't get any better.
It's not like I ran away from the treatment, it's because I heard them talking about sending me to rehab. I think the drug test might have come positive. I would rather listen to 'baby' by Justin Bieber on repeat than to go to rehab, again. Whoever says rehab is 'not that bad', well fuck them. I hate how aunts and uncles give advice which is completely useless. Poeple back then didn't have any problems. Or they were just better at hiding them...
Anyways, Im just sitting under a lamp post, all alone, waiting for the bus. Im not even sure if there is a bus this late. I think I'm just going to lie down here.
YOU ARE READING
Dear you,
Teen FictionSTOP! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! DONT COME AFTER ME BECAUSE I WARNED YOU. BUT IF YOU IGNORE THIS AND PRESS 'READ' THEN MY FRIEND... GOOD LUCK. I would like to share journals of two teens who can't figure out the bond between them. The teens are complete...
