Well here starts another lonely night for me. Christine just left after trying to convince me to go out with her and her friend Eric. I told her I had a paper to write, which is sort of true but I'm not doing it tonight.
She looked at me all suspicious like. I can't stand it but I really don't feel like being a third wheel. She gets so nervous about me now. I guess I am growing tired of it. She tells me that I am not acting like myself.
Everyone tells me that now, even my professors. Dr. Austen loves my stories but she says now that they lack something. I have reread my old stories from a few semesters passed. I love them and yet have no idea how I can write like that again. Most are about the adventures of three friends: Hoggle, Sir Didymus, and Ludo. I have tried to write about them now and then but I get stuck. It is like I lost them as characters for my stories.
I know something is wrong with me. My parents say it is a phase and that I'm just growing up. But I think it is more than that! I have visited the school's counselor. He told me to start a detailed journal which I have. But I don't know what good it will do either. They say I am depressed. I guess I can be.
I'm desperate. I am leaving soon to go out to a fortune teller. It is stupid and most likely a waste of my time. I'm at my wits end! My friend, Devin, wants to hypnotize me after my fortune teller meeting.