I was scared , going in for an eatting disorder they find pot in my system. so it was time to get better. by this time I had strained my hart and had no flapper to keep the acid down and the eanmale was gone from my teeth.
but for the first time I felt safe and loved.
I refused to talk to my mom for about 2 weeks. jay writting me letters letting me know he loved me was nice.
and then one night I started to have vivid flashs of thing my dad had did to me. why did my mom not stop this?
any way 34 days later it was time to go home. I did not want to. but I had to.
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