Journal #3 (day 20)
Well, sorry journal, I wasn't allowed to write in you whilst I was in isolation. I refused to eat, therefore I was not allowed to leave my room until I ate. So today I forced myself to eat a salad. Most disgusting thing I have done in along time. I talked to Emily today and she said that she was gonna visit tomorrow. It's technically a family counseling session. Which basically Kayla sits in her chair and watches how I interact with my family. Oh, I guess I didn't write that I was diagnosed while I was in isolation, with depression, anorexia, and post traumatic stress disorder. I think the last one is something war people get but whatever. Okay, bye now.
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Teen FictionJournal #1 (Day 17) ... Well, My name is Avery... I'll be writing about my life before and why I was placed in this loony bin.
