He's never there she doesnt care. ashamed they both are it could leave a scar. this made me feel so low so i thought i should just go. like they say in rome there's no place like home. i tried to off myself i felt so responsible but sadly i just ended up in the ******* hospital. crazy place i went where the time well spent went home where nothing changed not even a dent.
a year later i had an anniversary ha.. got me needing a nursery. but here i am not giving a ****. but still thinking of ways to spent most days. and still thinking of plans to end my demands.
by anniversary i ment a relapsation. you'd be surprised how many people get sent to a mental hospital. its not as stereo types make it seem its just like.. a baby proofed everything building with REALLY nice people and good food. c: it helps. oh and they watch u and have the days planned out for u to do activities that'll help you. no straight jackets or empty cushioned rooms. v.v