The nurse drove me home, I told her I had a place to go. But I'm not sure I did, My dad lives somewhere in eastern Europe. All other relatives I know exist don't care or are dead. I went to my room and packed a few bags full of things I absolutely couldn't live without. Like: all my clothes, my D.S., and a lot of other very sentimental things that there are too many to be named. I knew where I was going, I was going to the forest. At this moment the only thing that can give me ease is that forest, my forest. With its grass that makes me itch and its cold hard ground. Its cool breeze and mysterious animals. I'll figure out where I'm gonna live, but tonight I'm going to sleep in my forest. Tomorrow I'll do the hard work, tomorrow.
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I woke up at probably 4:30 am and realized how idiotic of me it was to get my most prized possessions before actually finding a new place to live. So I lugged all my crud back into my house and took a shower. My shower ended up taking like one and a half hours because I kinda fell asleep. I got out and crawled to my room realizing it was still the weekend, that I still had two more days before telling Jammie what happened. I thought about where I was going to live. I couldn't live with Jammie Because she has 3 brothers and 2 sisters. Jammie is really the only friend I have and that leaves the people that my mom worked with. If one of them doesn't take me then I go up for adoption which is the most likely case because my mom worked at Shoney's.
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I spent the most of Saturday lying in my bed thinking, then crying, then sleeping. That cycle went on till 12:34 pm Sunday afternoon, that's when I realized that I was starving. So I drug my self to the kitchen and got a little plastic bowl full of crackers (which are my favorite food), a cup of grape juice, and a chunk of Swiss cheese with salt on the top.
After eating I went to bed, not forgeting that tomorow was Monday.
