I called Mrs. Blanchard to ask if she could authorize me to leave on Saturday to go to London with the girls to buy my dress. I expected a “no” and got a “Finally, I was starting to worry you were never going to ask me to leave that place.” Maybe a part of me is still conflicted; do I really deserve to have fun and live a normal (and awesome) life while both of my parents are in jail? Sounds like a stupid question, I know. My parents want me to be happy and being happy is technically the only thing I can do for them right now. But why do I still feel like I'd be doing more by being miserable? Why does it feel like ruining my life and rejecting all the good things that happen to me is my only way to stay loyal to them? I know this doesn't make sense, so obviously I'm not going to sabotage m
