So today I really screwed up again. I was texting my friend as usual and I mentioned how bad of a person I was. She objected and I told her to prove it. I assumed she couldn't and point that out. Basically the down part start when I said, "Do you hate me?" I still don't know why I asked that question. It was all probably for drama as usual. When she didn't respond played with my hair, breathed into a hole into my wall, and then switched shirts and took off my pants leaving my socks on. Then I said I was sorry but still didn't get an answer. I suppose I should feel bad for being such a jerk.
The reason I'm writing this is for therapy reasons. I don't have a therapist so I decided I should share my feeling on a book or a diary. Oh btw I'm 12 years old
-Zach
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Life
Non-FictionThe life of me. Started at Thanksgiving 2016. This book sucks, it's for therapeutic reasons.
