So hey I guess.

today I got the report from my parents, that they've got from one Dr Deern or whatever the name may be. I don't care, I managed to calm after a day of yelling my head off. stupid therapist appointment will be in the middle in the day to get me out of school so I can talk about that, or something. that's what they told me I have no idea what to tell them, so wait gimme a sec.

okay so I asked dad and he said 'why don't you give him the diary?'  let's just say i didn't ask for more help after that. I don't wanna share this with him and I don't trust that Deer guy. So screw him I ain't telling nothing, unlike freaking papercut I don't snitch especially not on my self, c'mon how stupid do I look. Anyway back to the point I'm having the appointment today with the therapist deren or what his name supposed to be. I got an E-mail telling me to bring something I care a lot about so I was thinking about brining the little diary, but I figured he'd wanna examine it and read my thoughts. And if he tries... well lets say I won't be nice.
Sometimes I question if my parents care about me at all

do they? 

After all I do?