A week later I came back. I moved in.
We got along well. We were gonna go to the movies to see twilight but you thought I wouldn't like it. Because I didn't like scary movies at that time.
We had a meeting with a psychiatrist. To evaluate me. I told you that I was seeing things, feeling things. You said don't tell them that or they would think I was crazy. Was I? I started going to therapy. It was mandatory for kids in the foster system to do so. The first few sessions was me making a scrapbook. Just different parts of my life. I still have it. Maybe I'll add it at the end of this and you can look at it? After I finished the scrapbook, we were talking. I liked her genuinely. She was good at her job. Up until she said something that was absurd and made absolutely no sense.
"Your past is like broken glass. And you need to get a new glass"
Basically, How I took that was I needed to get a new past ?Which by the way is impossible.. I stopped seeing her.
A few weeks later I transferred schools. But I wasn't ready for high school. You knew that. You asked me if I wanted to go back to 8th grade. I said no, that I could keep up. I did for awhile. Until they came to live with us. It was just me and you so you thought it would be smart to get another girl. Someone to keep me company when you weren't around. You made me think it was my idea, it was yours. They were all your ideas....
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RandomGrowing up was easy. dealing with the things i have, wasn't easy. but i always managed to break through. I always managed to try to do better.. to be better. Obviously i'm not finished with this.. there will be many changes as i add them.. But this...
