And I keep losing time... these blank places in my day, places I can't remember, but I know I was conscious because I took notes, I took tests... I can only hope whoever had control over my body at that time knew chemistry and polyatomic ions as well as I do.
I don't want this to be happening right now... I can't handle this right now in my school life, losing control for these few odd hours every day, no stopping it... D*mn it why did they do this to me? If they hadn't abused me I wouldn't be crazy like this.

We have vanilla upstairs. Dad says vanilla can get you drunk. Maybe I'll drink it tonight. It tastes like crap, but I can down it... and if I can't I'll just throw up, which would make me happy too.

WHY WHY WHY?