So I decided to wear the black shirt today. I wore a sweatshirt over it, of course, and some black jeans, of course, and my black sneakers. I like black and my mom really hates it, she's always buying me clothes that are colorful without telling me and expecting me to wear them but I don't.

I walked to the coffee shop to meet up with Maya at around 1 today, and I told my mom that I was just going to be out for a while. I knew that she would make a big deal if she knew that I'd made a new friend. I often go on walks so my mom really didn't think anything of it when I told her that I was leaving.

Maya was waiting for me when I got to the coffee shop, she'd grabbed a booth near the back and then texted me to tell me where she was. We hugged when we saw each other and then sat down on either side of the booth. I liked it that way because then we could see each other while we talked.

Well, Maya talked, and I listened.

I just stared at her while she told me about just her life and everything going on in it. She didn't ask me questions, she just talked about herself. Some people might get upset about that, they want others to ask about their lives too, but not me. I'm a pretty shy guy, I like to stay quiet.

Maya is the type of person that will just sit down and tell her life story to complete strangers, which is exactly what she did when we met. She just talks and talks and talks and she gets so excited about everything, it's cute.

She told me that her younger brother is coming to visit her next month and that she literally reads 3 books every week and that she fell of a bike when she was 7 and broke her wrist and that she drinks about 5 cups of coffee a day, and all I did was nod and listen to her. I like just listening.

Finally Maya asked me how I was doing. I was kind of caught off guard and I didn't know what to say. I'm pretty used to people asking me how I'm doing and I'm used to answering the same thing every time.

I told Maya that I was fine, and kind of tired, and a little hungry, but mostly fine. And Maya asked why I was just doing fine, and I told her that I had a really bad day yesterday, then I proceeded to tell her about my idiot step brother and his idiot friend.

I explained to her that I hate the way he treats me and I hate how he talks to me like I'm a baby. Even though he's just trying to get to know me more I don't appreciate it. I hate my stupid step brother and I hate his friend and I wish that they would just let me be.

I could tell that Maya thought the whole thing was kind of funny, but she didn't laugh. She just doesn't understand why it all made me so upset. Once I explain some more things I think she'll get it, she'll understand.

I haven't told her about what happened last March yet and I don't plan on doing it any time soon, I think that I need to wait a while before I can talk about it again.

Overall I think that we had a pretty good time. Eventually I stopped being so shy and I participated more in the conversation instead of just listening to what Maya had to say.

She asked me questions, but not the type of questions that you ask me, Carol, she asked me questions about the music that I like and the movies that I watch and the books I read and how I like to sleep, a lot.

My favorite thing about Maya is that she doesn't talk to me like I'm helpless.

Maya talks about her family a lot. In a good way. She has more step siblings than me, considering that her father has been married 4 times, but they all get along with each other pretty well. Maya says that I should give my stupid step brother a chance, but I really don't want to.

After while Maya said that she had to go because she needed to go grocery shopping, but we should definitely hang out again soon. I said that I agreed and then we made plans to go to a movie next Tuesday, which is great because I don't have a stupid therapy session on Tuesday. THANKS A LOT CAROL.

We hugged goodbye and then Maya left, and that's when I realized that I hadn't even ordered something from the coffee shop and I was there for almost 2 hours. Maya ordered herself a coffee because she apparently loves coffee but I didn't get anything.

I felt really bad so I bought a muffin and just ate it on my walk home.

It's been a little over an hour since I got home and I'm still feeling pretty good. My step brother isn't here so no one's really bothering me and I really have no reason to be upset. My mom is going to be home in a few hours and then she'll probably make me food and I'll eat it in my room by myself because that's what I always do.

I took my medication and read for a little while because I ordered this really good book online a while ago and I haven't got around to reading it yet. Now I'm writing down all of my feelings so I don't get in trouble again.

I hope you're proud of me, Carol, I made a new friend and I took my meds and I'm writing in my journal and I'm doing everything that I'm supposed to do and I feel good. Not happy, but good.

And don't tell anyone, Carol, but I actually kind of like writing in this journal.