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so im posting on this one today, bc my other journal is temporarily messed up.
So a lady came in yesterday for depression and cutting and other crap. Wow, I swear god is like trying to make me feel uncomfortable. Anyhow, so she asked us to raise our hands if we had an adult we could talk to. I swear, I was the only person who didn’t raise their hand. I did have an adult I could talk to, but wait, that’s right, HE’S IN JAIL NOW FOR CHILD PORNOGRAPHY. Fantastic. God I miss him and everything. He was just really awesome, and pretty much the only adult I had at all to talk to. But…not anymore. *sigh*
Em and I were doing our whole daily phone call deal, and it really made me think. I mean, god I wish I could share, but I can’t. I don’t have enough trust in anyone right now, and I doubt anyone would seriously care or understand, or try and understand things that are hurting me, and what I’m going through.
Oh, and our lax uniforms are ugly. Like…the skirt is jdgbvdjkbg, and the jersey is tight as a mo-fo, and the spandex under the skirt, well not that that matters anyways, is really retarded.
And now my computer screwed up so I have no iTunes. Which has all of my music in it. Fabulous.
Hope everyone else is doing well.
<3