22 October 2012
Chapter 3
I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. I really really hate the doctor. I never liked him ever when I was little, now I know why.
I just came home from the doctors and while there my mom and me found out I have mental issues. It's some really weird thing going on in my head that I'm going to need to take pills for, and, eventually, have brain surgery. I would really love to know why I'm only being told that I have mental issues and not the actual name of it but oh well. I suppose I would forget after a day or two anyway. But only one good thing came from this, I was told to live life to the fullest. Apparently living life to the fullest means that even with the fact my parents are trying to rase four children and there's a budget for everything, I can now go with my friends to the mall and actually buy tons of clothes. Kind of like I'm going to do tomorrow. after coming home from the doctor I called Gigi, Hannah, and Kayla, three of my closest friends. We planned it all out so that tomorrow me and my mom would to each of their houses and pick them up, then we'd drive to fashion square mall and my mom would drop us off there and then we would spend the day shopping. And for some of us we'd also be spending a part if that day explaining to the others about our mental issues. But that's for tomorrow, today is today, and today, my parents said I can go do what ever I wanted, and so I'm going to spend the rest of the day hacking. Yes I said it, hacking, nothing is better then some illegal google. I really don't want to empty my parents pockets with living life to the fullest and special pills and brain surgery and all of that stuff. So for now I'm going find out what the numbers are for the lottery this month, then I'm getting the special ticket. And they said I have mental issues. Pffft.
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