February 18, 2013
I haven’t run away yet, and I’m thinking maybe I don’t want to. Not because my parents and brother are nice-they aren’t; but because of the increasing number of girls my age getting raped and killed. Also, you are the best friend I have had in a long time, which is part of the reason it hurts so much that I cannot say this to your face. You why I can’t. You know how much trouble I have expressing my feelings to people. You understand. Right?
March 24, 2013
My dad says the Athletic Director thinks there is something wrong with me. He thinks the same thing. So does my mom, which really cut deep. They give me orders and expect me to do them just because they are my parents. They don’t understand. I have a mind. Contrary to popular belief, I can think for myself, and I will not just do something because they think I should. They hit me for ‘being rude’. My dad more so that my mom. In fact I was only expressing my opinion. The way they treat me: it is like a slave Luke. Do this. Oh, you don’t want to do that? That’s ok, we will just spank you until you do it. I can’t continue like this forever. I bet if I killed myself they wouldn’t bat an eyelash. I wish I could leave. But I can’t. I won’t. Not until you understand why I have to do this. Not until you’ve heard the whole story.