I hate it. I got out of my grandma’s house for cutting, and she sent me to a hospital. the hospital was okay, but after I refused to go back with her they put me into a ton of different Starr programs. The sad part is, my middle name is Starr so it’s more depressing than it should be.
I’ve given up on friendships, since I’ll just have to leave in a week. I keep to myself and read my books. I haven’t stopped cutting, even though I really should. I’ve met my soon-to-be foster mother. She’s so sweet, she just has to clean her hose up a bit before I can move in. She’s getting the house checked on Wednesday, so hopefully I’ll get to move in the same day. I’ll try to start updating a little more, then.
I just HATE the program I’m in right now. The New Bedford Starr. Jesus, it sucks. the girls there make fun of me, there is plastic over the windows, and it’s just overall a depressing place…
sorry, just wanted to rant a little, I’m blessed with my new foster family <3