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When I got home from the hospital last time, I tried again right away. I don't know why anyone thought it would be a good idea to leave me alone, but they did, and I had a knife hidden under my bed in case I wanted to use it some day. My mom decided to put me in an 'institution' attached to Hollymoore Hospital, the one you're in. I heard her tell my aunt that she was tired of me and was so happy to get me out of her house. When she saw me at the door she got up and shut it in my face without saying a thing. 

The people in here are pretty cool. Oscar is here for anorexia. He relapsed a few moths ago, but he's been eating well and is the happiest person in here. Amanda has insomnia and has the worst dreams that make her scream bloody murder late into the night. In the morning she doesn't remember a thing. During the day she's completely normal. Ethan has schizophrenia and we're hardly aloud to talk to him. When he's doing good, he's so incredibly kind. It's scary to see him once he gets bad again. Riley has depression and anxiety like I do. She totally hates herself, but she's the most beautiful girl Iv'e ever seen. Her laugh is adorable and she gives the best hugs. She doesn't know why I'm here and she doesn't care. We spend the time that we're aloud, alone in the corner on the yellow couch (It's supposed to make people feel happier) and we just talk. She knows I'm not comfortable talking about me so she talks about her life.