I wish my parents were different. I’m sick of never doing anything right. Oh well, I guess. But I realized something. I don’t want to ever marry a guy. I’m afraid that he would treat my kids the same way that my dad treats me. I won’t let that happen. I don’t want any little girl to go through anything like I have. Or any little boy, for that matter. Seriously. As much as it hurts me, I don’t want anyone else to go through it. So I’ll live alone. I’ll do whatever I want, and have no one else to judge me. That’s another reason that I don’t want to fall in love. I’m sick of being judged. When I get out of my parents’ house, I can finally be free of all of the judgement. My dad judges my mom all the time. She can’t get anything right, either. I’m just too tired to deal with any of that anymore. I’m sick of Â having sweaty hands, a racing heart, and butterflies in my stomach. I don’t want to feel that way anymore. If there was one song I could sing to Trevor, I would either sing “Diseased” by Seether or “King of Anything” by Sara Bareilles. Probably Diseased, though. “I will never belong to you again, I will never belong to you,” perfectly describes what I want to say. Anyway, I have to go. I have school tomorrow, and a lot of pain to go through, I’m sure.