Sept 24, 2013
So I guess the first night in the new house wasn't that bad. My friends showed up a lot later than they usually do. They said they had a hard time finding my new place. I've always lived in big cities. I guess having to travel through the woods was a little new to them.
I told my friends about how my new therapist doesn't think they are real. I think she is the one who is crazy. I mean, I can see them. I can talk to them. How could they not be real? But whatever. They say I don't have friends but they just get upset when I tell them who my friends really are. I just don't understand. My stupid counselor, Stephanie, will be here tomorrow. Maybe I should just start lying. Who knows, it may get my "sentence" reduced.
Mom hates that I have to talk to this woman, but for some reason, the state said they would have to take me away if I don't, though. I hate that they think that I am crazy.
I also start my first day of school tomorrow. Yesterday and today were supposed to be my "transition" days, so I will be less stressed about the move. It wasn't like I was stressed about it anyway. I don't keep friends at school. I didn't care for the weather. Everything and everyone that I care about came with me. They always do. The only thing I might miss is my old teachers. They actually told me how smart I am. They made me feel that I could actually do something. When I get good grades, Dad just says I was cheating, so I started lying and saying I am getting C's and D's now, so he doesn't accuse me of anything.
Well, I'm starting to get aggravated. Good night.