Let me start out by saying I got Ms. Tinner a violet instead of a gift certificate for all she’s done for me.

There are about three things I have to do before going to bed each night. (1.) Read a little from my Bible, (2.) write down how I feel, and (3.) and read something to put me to sleep.

I don’t know what’s wrong but I think I’m going through a Great Depression. I feel like no one in my family cares about what happens to me. Then I fell like I’m just saying that to get pity. My mom and I had a huge conflict last Sunday. Tim and I had one tonight. I feel like mom and dad don’t do their job because they say, “Tell us when something is wrong.” Then, they don’t do anything about it. I have to do it or it won’t get done. Then, I get yelled at for “being the parent.” I get mad sometimes, but I just cannot portray it on paper.

In five days, I’m going to Cedar Point. I am not going to ride the new roller coaster that they have that goes 70 mph. Fourteen school days until I’m out of school and 26 days until I go to Puerto Rico. It’s kind of scary.