I love writing without thinking about commas or periods or spelling or being neat or worrying about anyone else reading how much I hate the creep next door and that I don’t care if he was drunk because that isn’t an excuse for sticking his tongue down my throat and besides I know he would have done more if he’d had the chance which is really sickening because I just about barf every time someone knocks on our door and I can’t get rid of his disgusting booze taste no matter how long I brush my teeth and I hope his tongue got sliced up on my braces and writing like this makes me feel a little bit better because it’s like throwing up when there’s something bad inside so tomorrow I’m going to write more and the next day too until this sick feeling in my stomach goes away and then I’ll write a thank-you note to Ms. Hawes because she gave us journals for free-writing and promised not to read them. . . .