What are you thinking RIGHT NOW?

[Marizzle]

I can't believing he's singing that in front of her parents.

[Carl]

Hmm. Now the question is, do I work on one of the things for EBC, play with Sony Vegas some more, or work on some of my writing for myself/the new contest?

[Queen Elsa]

Okay. I think I'll start writing. After I'm done with that, though, I should do some reading. I'm running out of time to finish the books.

[Carl]

I'm glad I hadn't published that video yet. It's nicer now.

[Queen Elsa]

Every day, I feel more and more like Hazel and/or Augustus. Although their life seems way better than mine right now. At least they never get their things taken away (at least, not that I know of), and they can still talk to their friends when they're 17. From how this is turning out, it looks like shortly I may never be able to talk to my friends. Then I'll only have myself and the library to comfort me. And if my dad takes away my bike, then I'll have to walk to the library, which may take even longer, but it may also be good to clear my mind on my way there and back. I'm pretty sure I'll need it.

[The Spirit of Life]

Nine days till this all-important appointment now ...

[Carl]

@Queen Elsa; I hope everything will be okay. Remember to look forward to the future.

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I need to get to work on those EBC assignments, and I want to remake that one video. Maybe I'll do a quick assignment and then work on the video?

[Queen Elsa]

^Thanks, Julie, but I don't think anything will help me this time.
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I wish I could run to the library and get away for a couple of hours, but I can't leave those three at home alone, and my dad would probably really ground me from everything if I did. There's less than two months before I go to that one place for a week and then to Disneyland, but if he goes with what he said, then he probably will ban me from talking to anyone - including my friends - and I will be stuck in a hotel room all day for the four days that they go to Disneyland and Universal, with nothing to do but look at the ceiling while lying on the bed... Such a sad, sad life. But I can't do what he requires me to do with everything because I don't know how. And he always finds one little thing wrong every day - something to yell at me for. Because doing it the best I can is never good enough for him. I bet if I had cancer, he wouldn't even feel the least bit sorry. He'd say it was my fault and that I deserved it. I know I probably shouldn't be thinking so negatively, but what other choice do I have in this situation? None. Because how can I have a future if he takes away school and friends?

[Marizzle]

I love to listen to these songs at this time...they're so peaceful.

[Carl]

I can't believe I forgot I had those two slices of pizza still. Oh well, I'm hungry enough to eat them alongside the ramen I made.