The day was pretty terrible. I was still really ill, but my step dad and mum carried on trying to get me to go back to school, even though I was in no fit state to.
Not only did I have breathing problems, headaches, ear aches, chest pains, aching muscles, sickness etc, but I'd also come down with a cold, which was making me feel even worse.
A lot of my homework hadn't been done since the internet had been switched off and I had no energy to do anything. My teachers had sent me things to do, but concidering my circumstances (they know about my home life), I was told that if I wasn't able to do it all then they'd be fine about it.
My step dad had been making snide comments towards me to my mum and just in general; complaining that I was fine to go back to school and that I was a 'stupid little 16 year old".
That was pretty much it. I pushed myself to study, so I ended up not going to sleep until around 2am.
They were still telling me that I couldn't go to my grandad's birthday party.
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Dear Diary
Non-FictionThis is my diary. It's just to help me vent. My counsellor told me to write one, and since I come on here everyday, I thought 'why not?' Everything in this is true.
