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 […]