"Emily found the perfect rock. When she set it down and wasn’t looking I took it of course. Later she said I stole it but I hadn’t stolen it at all. It was mine. Emily says I am even more difficult to get along with than she is. That is what makes us friends. She says she will not be so nice when we go to British Columbia. There, everything belongs to her."
I've gotten to a point where I don't know what I am anymore. I constantly feel like I'm on the verge of breaking down. I feel like I'm going crazy and if my mind is an ocean, my thoughts are a tsunami. I can't sleep. I can't concentrate. I can't even think straight. I am a mess. I'm coming apart at the seams and it scares me.