Today brought more medicine, poking, and prodding. I gave myself to science. I figured, when I was diagnosed, that I might be able to help someone, maybe a lot more, by being part of tests and research to find a cure. So lucky for you I'll be able to work on my journal more, because the tests are interfering with school.

My friends think I have a cold or something like that.

Why do I lie?

When we're little we are taught to always tell the truth. You remember when you lied about that crayon on the wall, said that it was someone else, and then you felt bad because the other got in trouble? You remember when you finally fessed up and told the teacher, she told you that you would feel much better because you had told the truth and "the truth will always set you free"? Yeah, I remember.

You are supposed to tell your friends the truth. You and your friends have a bond; you're supposed to be able to tell them all those things that you can't even tell your mom and dad. But there are these topics that you just don't talk about with your friends.

Why aren't we taught that? Why didn't anyone write that stuff down? There should be a list somewhere, a site, a book, SOMETHING! ANYTHING! Anything that tells us what we shouldn't say. We are taught to look before we cross the street, alphabet, multiplication tables. That's all good and nice but what of this? We should know this!

Why are we thrown out into the world to fend for ourselves, to find these things out all on our own? Didn't they love us enough to tell us these things? We are the children; we were supposed to be nurtured. We were supposed to be taught.