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At 10:30 this morning, I recieved a phone call from the Department of Human Services (DHS). A report has been filed against Denise ('mom') and I've been told b everone in this househould that I will be out of here as soon as possible. I almost thought that it would be better if I left.. Who would care? But they're talking about something completely different: A new home. It kind of hurts, too. I don't really want to be alone. Even though that's what I've always been. I don't want to be with people I don't know, in a place I don't know. I just want to be able to live with out getting hurt. But I can't.
God, I hate crying.
Le difficoltà vengono ma il passerà..
Farà loro adesso?
Le mancherò.
show tomarrow night.. Maybe that will make me feel better?
God, I hate crying.
Le difficoltà vengono ma il passerà..
Farà loro adesso?
Le mancherò.
show tomarrow night.. Maybe that will make me feel better?