In doing so, I want to make other teens see that they are not alone in their suffering. This section of my journal is the very beginning and takes place the semester before my breakdown. I think that I failed it. I am deathly worried that I am going to fail that class.
Geometry is so hard.
I think that I will give this new therapist, Larry, a chance. Maybe he is a nice guy. I'm afraid to trust anyone, though. It seems that those I trust always betray me. I think I'm growing cynical of all people, which can't be a good thing.