Dear Diary - I am not a happy Canadian camper at the moment. My mom has told me that either I make an appointment with Dr. Phil or else she will check me into The Henry & Betty Ford Rehab Clinic.
I am 19-years-old and I am growing sick and tired of my mommy thinking that she has to tell me what to do.
I may not be as mature as most guys my age, but hey, I'm Justin Bieber. I am rich, I am popular, and I am one hell of a dancing little performer.
I may just go down to Mexico and get away from it all for three or five days.