So remember how dad told me i was crazy, needed some help, etc? Yeah. Well, they've signed me up or whatever to go to a mental hospital. And wanna know the best part?! I get to spend my whole 2-week break from that hell called a school at the mental hospital! Yay for me! -sarcasm-

I'd rather die. They interviewed me today. Asked mr why I did it; if I had any goals, school, friends, i swear to god, theyre too into my personal life. And I didn't answer so much because my parents were in the room. If it was only my mother, sure why not. But my dad just had to be there. My friends have tried helping me through it the most. It was me who didnt wanna listen. So now, my dad think its my friends. My dad wants to move me to a private school or get me home-schooled or whatever, but if i had no friends, do you really think I'd do any better? 

No.

anyway, quarterly testing is almost over whoop-de-diddly-do!

I don't get my phone at the hospital either, they take it until whenever, im not sure.

arghhh I just dont wanna be there. 

Hey Dad, just so you know, this won't help me or whatever. 

Tests were easy, thank the lord. We also went to church today. Dad didnt come. Doesnt matter, he'd fall asleep anyway.

I just started crying and I don't even know why tbh. 

Omg I just got my nails perfectly squared but they made me cut them super short because they think I'll cut myself.

fml.

Can I go die

ok, bye

-Jazlyn Jimenez