It's a week before my 15th birthday, right? Well, when I thought life was gonna get better, it took a turn. Everything is terrible. I'm in forced therapy, and my grandparents are talking about moving us to a Christian private school. And I'm an Atheist. They don't know it, of course. And like I've mentioned, I'm in forced therapy. I don't need it, but apparently, my grandparents like to think I do. I'm sorry for writing so much, but I needed to get it out. I'm tired of living like this. The day I turn 19, I'm moving to Oklahoma. I'm so tired... I'm scared that I won't be able to talk to my lover. This private school may not have chromebooks, so I may not even have contact with Robert. I love him a lot, and my heart is slowly breaking. I feel sick to my stomach. I don't know what made my grandmother do this. If I'm also not on this, it's because I'm at that peppy Christian Private school. Prolly blocked everything there.
