Entry #2 - 3/16

I'm done calling Dr. Karrie a doctor. She will from now on be Karrie. All she does is hand me a packet and tells me to write in my book and not to hurt myself. And apparently, she's allowed to read the things I write. Thats just all kinds of fucked up, isn't it? It's like she's allowed to break into my brain and control all of my thoughts. Like she can take over me. Hell no. She's probably gonna get mad for how much I'm swearing. She did last time. Well Karrie, I bet you'll really enjoy this:

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

That's what I think about your little no swearing policy. It's my book I can write whatever I want. You know what else she said? That I should treat you like a human. You're not a you. You're an it. You're literally a book I'm not gonna be like "Oh diary you won't believe what happened today!" Who does she think I am, a 12 year old? She also said I shouldn't spend so much time writing about her, I should write about myself and my life. She practically is my life. The court said I have to talk to her on the phone daily and see her once a week. If it was up to me, I would just take myself out of my home, but apparently that's not very Christian. The fuck does that even mean?! Crappy ass justice system in my opinion. This whole stupid book thing is getting on my last nerve. I doubt I'll ever write in you again. YOU'RE NOT A YOU!!

-Gina B