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I could KILL my mother. She is such a bitch. When I am 16, I am moving out, I swear. I’ll get an apartment or something. The only loss would be that I’d no longer live next door to Maile. I would probably break her rule if I stayed. I already decimated a pencil and violently bludgeoned my bed with my old algebra book after trying to tear it apart. I’ll have to repent by telling Maile. She’ll understand. She always does. I love her. Just thinking of her calms me down. I met her at 1AM last night. I brought my journals with me but I didn’t show her. I want to show her today. I can’t risk Cameron trying anything. Then I’d definitely break her rule. Probably against me, not Cameron or her, although Cameron deserves no kindness. But if I hurt him, Maile would not be happy. If I just hurt myself it wouldn’t matter. Well, it would matter to Maile and I wouldn’t want to break her rule intentionally, but depression robs me of the little rationality I have. I love Maile too much. I wish I lived with her instead of with my family! No such luck. I have to call maile so I can show her my journal. My anger toward my mother might give me the courage to do it, in that if Maile reads this she might be able to calm me about my mom. Assuming she takes it well. God, I hope she does. Well, as Nike says, just do it.
I’ve never bought anything from Nike.