June 17 - 4:19 AM
You stayed up late, didn't you? Tried to stay up all night. Didn't work, did it? You were too tired. It's ok to sleep. Don't be afraid. Want to know a secret? I'm tired, too. I'm tired of people praising me, then doing better than me. They are so condescending. Liars. I'm tired of people who are better than me. Those people. Come on, step right up. Go ahead, tell me how "great" I am doing, so you can go back to your better things and laugh at me. Go ahead. Go ahead. Come on.
You didn't tell them. Splinter and Leo. You were too scared to tell them. Scared of what they would think of you. Still won't tell them tomorrow. The next day. Next day. You won't tell them, you won't ask for help. You can handle this, right? You're a genius, right? Supposed to be, anyway. You know why you won't tell them. You and me, we can work this out. We'll figure it out. It'll be ok.
Sorry about the sheets. I needed them. Same as needing something from your brothers and borrowing it. Can't say why. Not now. Sorry you won't be getting them back. I don't think you'll want them now. It didn't rain last night. Rain would have helped. It didn't rain, though, so you won't get them back. There are more in the closet, so it's ok. I didn't take any tonight. I didn't need them this time. I planned it better this time. You want to know, don't you? I shouldn't say. It'll be ok. You'll see.
You surprised me when you wrote in here the first time. I thought this was my journal. It was supposed to be mine. At first I was mad at you for writing in it, but not now. It's nice to have someone to talk to. The butterfly dreaming he's a man, wishing he was a wolf. Qui dormit, non peccat.