The faint strand of hope i had slowly changes to despair..
i need to keep my hopes up that all of the stress and pain is going to end soon, it doesnt matter how hard i work at one thing, i'm going to get stabbed at the ass when i turn my back.. so all i have left are my great friends like alex who just keep my mind off of it all, counseling was unbelievably worse than i thought it was going to be, everyone in there's in there for such HORRIBLE things, i'm the only one in there with a pure motive behind my actions. i'm not a crazy low life like them, i do have purpose in my life.