Finding Who I Am (A True Story)

Sick And Tired Of It

I was at peach-ford for six days in those six days I learned a lot about me I learned that I was punk that I wanted to live life to the fullest (they fixed me :p) and that I LOVED guys that where "emo" this one guy was SOOOOO hot but he was like way older and we weren't aloud to talk to the adolescents and that was stupid because they where cool and my next door neighbors sister actually tried to commit suicide she took a bunch of pills they had to pump her stomach and so she was there but I couldn't talk to her bc she was an adolescent. After six damn days of doing pretty much the same shit over and over I was done I wanted out these people where boring and didn't let you do anything I wanted to get out...I wanted to go home. Around day 3 I was done so over the next 3 days I got my self together learned to love life and living and got out I was so happy to see my parents and my family I had wished that I told my parents before I told the councilor because if I had told them I probably wouldn't have had to go to peach-ford and it was hard when I got back everyone wanted to know where I was what the hell was I supposed to say "oh I just wanted to bleed out so I told the councilor and went to a mental hospital for 6 days" hell no that's how you become a cast out so I twisted the truth and said that I had been sick in the hospital but was ok now.