8th grade was basically the same as 7th except I got caught trying to commit suicide a couple times and I got sent to mental hospital.
The whole thing was a really unique experience.
My school counseler sent me to a therapist.
The therapist sent me to a screening unit.
The unit send me on an ambulance to a hospital.
A screening unit is where they sit you in a room by yourself for 24 hours with someone watching you at all times to decide if your a danger to your self or others. Ok yes I told the therapist that I wanted to kill my whole family but that dosent mean I'm crazy. I didn't deserve to spend 24 hours in a fucking box like some kind of fucked up experiment.
It was easily the most boring day of my life. All there was to do was stare at a wall. I couldent even count the roof tiles because there were none it was just smooth.
Apparently I was a danger to myself or others so they sent me to a hospital.
YOU ARE READING
idk man
Puisipersonally I think I'm kind of a fuxked up kid and no one likes me so I have no friends. I'm going to use this 'book' as kindof a diary to rant about stuff. FAIR WARNING Im probably going to talk about depression and cutting aswell rape so be warne...
