Shit happens.

Friday:
okay.
Halloween
was pretty much awesome.
I got a nice amount of candy
and spent the day
with my greatest friends.
Matt was kidnapped
by a bunch of Kids
in masks with bats.
They brought him back
and threw him
out of their car
with his wrists bound
in nothing but his boxor briefs.

Saturday:
My first day of counseling.
11AM,
meet weird lady,
be diagnosed
Told I am depressed
and that they hope
through Once a week coounseling
I can get better
without medication.
I think they've got
to be shitting themselves.
I'd rather be on meds.
That night I went to jackie's
There was a little
too much drama
going on between
my friends Robbie and Glen.
Not getting involved.
I passed out for a little,
then Nicholas...
Said it.
"I love you."
I'm very delighted.


Sunday:
Wake up too early,
Cold shower,
Rushed out of house,
Lose Soccer game,
get dressed in car
on way to Rehab,
Spill water on jeans in car,
Have menal breakdown,
punch self in forehead
out of frustration,
Cry for a little,
see dad,
miss dad,
eat dad's cookies,
meet dad's friends,
sit through a boring orientation,
See dad again,
eat more cookies,
say goodbye then leave.
Drop mum off at soccer game,
leave with sister
buy wendy's
talk to sister about my depression.
Learn about my godsister
and whats really going on with her.


I miss you so much kerry,
please don't kill yourself,
please get better
please let me visit you
in the hospital
I miss you so much
I want to see you asap<3