The stupid therapist my parents make me go to says that writing my thoughts down will help me in understanding them, or something stupid like that. I hate this. I hate therapy. I hate school.
My family is so stupid. This afternoon my mother just looked at me and said Sandra honey, why don't you get dressed. It was like 4:00 or something. I told her not to call me Sandra and that I had more important things to do than think about putting on this and wearing that.