december 31, 2012
it's been ten days since it happened.
dr. evanston gave me this. he said it'd help. i'm not sure it will, though. he's a surgeon, not a psychiatrist.
i'm writing in it anyway, so… i guess i thought it'd be worth a try. i've got nothing better to do - i'm out of school for now, and ergo i'm also off the cross-country team. i would be mad, since i worked really hard to get on the cross-country team all year, but i'm not. it seems so little now, so insignificant. like it doesn't even matter.
petey's funeral was today. my mom and dad cried. i didn't.
i think i ran out of tears ten days ago.
they made me speak though. i don't know why. i mean, yeah, i'm his sister - i was his sister, but i'm the one who did it. i'm the one who slammed the car into
i can't. can't talk about it, can't write about it. only think.
sometimes i think that it's my thoughts that'll drag me down. no matter how much i write in this thing, no matter how many times i pour out my heart and soul to a therapist, nothing can change the fact that i
this is stupid.
happy new year.
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- kendall
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Teen Fiction❝all i can think of is what i did, and what happened, and how it's all my fault.❞ ⋙ in which a girl with a mental disorder learns to trust herself again, with the help of the boy across the street.
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