I feel that every time I say that, someone always says “Yes, someone cares, you just can’t tell” or something like that.
But it’s true, no one would care. I’ve been sent to numerous foster homes. It’s like a return at a store. You get a confident girl who is smart and good at soccer, and you return a beat and battered girl who just didn’t fit your family.
Yeah, it’s like I’m someone’s property.
Then I have my friends. Two are dead, one is dying. I’m just great at choosing friends. The rest hate me. After the first time I tried to kill myself, the were very comforting and […]