How Sweet The Sound That Saved A Wench Like Me
the last two hours of school i spent crying. at one point they wanted the nurse to come in to make sure that i was able to go home and to make sure that i was fine. i could barely breathe from crying so much but i said i was fine. i knew that i would have to tell them about the verbal abuse when i went down but i never thought it would be that bad. mrs.mazzone was just so damn nice i fekt like i could trust her. i understand now that i actually am able of trusting people about somethings. i didnt tell them everything though. i didnt tell them about the cutting because then they would have thought i was trying to kill myself. then i would've spent another hour trying to explain that i used to hurt myself on the outside to stop the pain on the inside. but that wouldnt have helped. i guess right know the plan is if i move in with my uncle then theyll give me the work to do and i wouldn't loose credits. but i really need to find out something permanent. well im gonna go and try to stop shacking and catch my breath...with empathy