Third

August 6th, 2012

I have a lot of things to mention. First, last night my little sister locked herself in the bathroom by accident and we couldn’t get her out for like 45 minutes. I was outside talking to my friend while this was going on. I went to peek inside to see what everyone was doing and Tiffany told me what happened. Later that night I broke down and wrote that story. I don’t have internet right now, as I’m in a car, but I think it was called Reality of Me or something like that. My mind was a very dark place to be so it’s kinda over the top honesty. I didn’t have any dreams, but I still woke up seven times after I finally fell asleep.

As I am writing this, I notice another new cut. Just when I thought they’d healed…well except for that hole. That one’s still as painful as ever. I don’t know what’s going on.

My hands are shaking, and they spaz if I try to make a fist. I’m sore from all the walking we did today. My dad and I made it all the way up the tower (350 feet above sea level). There were sixty ramps and two hundred and ten stairs until we reached the top of the very old tower. It took about half an hour total since we dillydallied at the top.

It was pretty much Julie, Michael, Tiffany, Dad, Charlotte, Gary, Bella, Nick and I since the tower. We went to Ben and Jerry’s and after we all finished our ice cream, we split up. It took Charlotte, Tiffany, Dad, Nick and I forty-two minutes (Tiffany timed it) to get back to Charlotte and Ben’s hotel room. I carried Bella for about fifteen minutes total, and the rest of the time we walked holding hands.

We got in the van and I was really sure a 1D song was on, but then a black guy started singing. Woah.

My fingers are stiff, and there’s not much else of importance to say.  Nick punched me on my shoulder blade, and I want to beat the s**t out of him, but I can’t. Dad only cares if he gets hurt.

Bella if you ever read this, I just want to say thank you and I love you. You’re one of the things keeping me alive right now.