...I have no idea how to start this..journal. It's required for the therapy sessions I'm going through because ....Well..Because I tried something stupid..I 'm getting ahead of myself. My Name is Vladimir Dragescu, ..I am 16 years old, ..and newely orphaned. I have been in the care of Aurah Washborne ....
UGH..I'm going about this all WRONG....I'm just going to vent..that's ok..nobody is reading this.
I HATE , DONIELLA.....How could she break up with me on the DAY I told her my parents died...WHAT !
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This is an Assignment...Alright.. First Journal entry is about your day....so here is mine.

1) ..I almost stabbed a Police officer, because he was BEATING TRE, my social worker.....a police officer, beating a defenceless woman...I don't understand this country at ALL...AT ALL!
2) I haven't eaten today...I just havent FELT like it...I'm so TIRED....
3)....I spoke to Desi..who I think is Angry with me. ...

Should I talk about that day? About the day I found them? .....

I opened the door, everything smelled ..different, and there was no delighted squeek from Anya , my eight year old brat sister. ...Everything was quiet, so..QUIET. I called out for my parents, setting my suitcase down, and walked in....and stepped in something, something...wet and ..sticky and slick....I looked down, and there, on the foor in a puddle of her own blood and vomit was my little sister, still clutching her doll....her eyes were open. ....I couldn't move... I turned...and my parents were....they were... sitting at the table, ...they looked normal for a moment, untill I saw the blood..... their throats has been slit......
( More later...tired..have to sleep)