While on the bus back from the school field trip to the Science Center, I was talking with some kids, finally exposing my problems. They came to the conclusion that my psychiatrist is evil, that I'm really normal and that I should stop my meds.

My doctor and I have agreed that after I'm settled on the Prozac, he'll try to tapper off the Geodon, as it looks like I've never had a psychotic episode.

This doubt makes me feel bad. I'm doing so much to combat this "black void" as I call it. Even if I have the opportunity, I won't take my own life. How can they say such things? Why? Have they no shame? No sense of morality?

This is why I hated people like I did. I thought they were vile and awful creatures that have nothing better to do than to hurt people like me. Only my teachers understand my illness. (By the way, I never gave those letters to them)

How can the world be such a terrible place?