Yah. Last night I had a big ol' breakdown. Mom would just not stop yelling at me. So I tried to leave to do my work somewhere else where no one would yell at me. But she blocked my exit and wouldn't let me go. And then she brought up the cuts, and how she knew I had lied when I said they were from Sam's dog. And then she blamed Sam, who had nothing to do with it. And then she said I bought a knife, which I did not. So what the hell. She says she's noticed that I show all the signs of adolescent depression. So now I guess I have to go see a psychiatrist or whatnot over the summer. God damn. Out: Gretchen P.S. If you actually know me, please don't mention any of this. Thanks.