Kenny is okay again, I think. He finally slept, but only after he collapsed. I had to get Dr. Moore, he scared me pretty bad, I didn't know what to at first. Dr. Moore has been so helpful lately, even if she makes me tell her things I don't want to talk about. She found me the other day after Kenny had been saying he thought I was trying to ( Read more... )

I talked to Dr. Moore yesterday. I'm not sure I like her, she kept trying to get me to talk about myself. That wasn't the reason I went, maybe I'll try talking to another doctor about Kenny, and hopefully they won't try pushing me to talk. I'm the master of avoidance though, I even got her to dance with me. Of course she still tried changing ( Read more... )

I’m worried about Kenny. He needs to sleep. He’s convinced that sleep is a disease and he won’t sleep. He thinks our old band teacher is an alien, which I mean... okay so he does have creepy bulging eyes and liked Chaka Kahn, so I guess I can see where he got the idea but. I worry about him a lot. He forgets what he writes. I guess I’m a ( Read more... )

The past few days have been so weird, but good. I told Kenny about Jeff; I've never even told anyone (other than Jeff, of course) that I'm gay. He's been asking me so many questions, which seems so unlike him but I guess he's confused so hopefully I helped, I don't know. I didn't want to talk about Jeff, it still hurts, but I didn't want to just ( Read more... )

Holy shit! This is amazing, crazy, perfect, unexpected, just... great ( Read more... )

I've been here two weeks now and I've hardly talked to anyone. Strangely enough, it's gone by quickly. I think it's because basically I've done little other than sleep. I feel like I'm at a complete standstill and I don't know what to do with myself. Yes, I'd rather be here than at home, but I don't do anything here. I sleep, I eat, I think ( Read more... )

So I just got here and... I'm not sure what I think about it yet. In a way I guess I'm happy to be away from home, everything there was just becoming too routine and depressing me more every day. Maybe it's not so much the routine as the people, and maybe it's not the people at all. It's probably just me, I don't even know. I used to love to ( Read more... )