Digital diary 2023.10.06.
I found out today the mouse died. I picked it up with a leave and put it in a can. When he arrived, I showed it to him. I fed it to the chickens. I talked to my parents about the psychiatrist, and they said. the psychiatrist would only just give me pills to make me better. I didn't tell them that I wanted my autism diagnosis because, when I told my mom I have autism. My mom said: "No, you don't." My mom meat soup and mac n cheese again. Tomorrow will be math, not English.
Feeling: Good and nervous









