Day 3,
We're back home now. Last night they had taken me back to the hospital. Cause, since I was thinking about jumping off the roof of the building Monday night, they wanted to evaluate me. It was either there or CCIS. We went for the evaluation. At first, it was hard. Cause I felt like I had a lot of pressure on me. And my mom kept on telling me to change my attitude cause they're gonna take me back to Hoboken or to Newark. Everything went well though, and now we're back home. We're waiting for a call from the hospital so my mom and I can go see a psychiatrist every day. Or however you spell that word. Thing is, we're gonna be seeing one, everyday. And the lady from last night will come every week for 2 months to check on me. I guess it's all for the better now. I gotta try to keep record of the good things about everyday. That way, I can give myself a boost. And I need help with my self-esteem, it's really low, I guess.
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Non-FictionMeet this girl. Lost in the world, trying to find her way out of her misery. Go through all this drama with her, but be warned that this contains a lot of graphic things that may change the way you might view the world and this girl.
