I want to act out and I don't know why.

But I won't. Not right now. At least, I won't tell you about it if I do and C won't tell, either, because it's not a good week for you. Probably. But I am going to try to not do bad stuff anyway, and C is trying, too.

I just feel really stressed and when that happens, the rebelliousness and defiance inside me expand and there's not enough room inside me. I feel like a pot that's about to boil over.