Hi, I Live In A Care Home

This book is in the process of being rewritten.

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My life is stupid, no one cares. Who can care? No one I love is alive, just me and my tears.

People wonder why I keep going, I mean why don't I just kill myself right now, I'd be with my parents. But I believe that this is what my parents would want, for me to be happy, they don't want to see me suffer, although that is what happens.

I thought no one loved me, I had one friend, and she understood, until my new beginning.

I've made new friends now, this isn't a cringey love story, or a cheesy 'new start' book, this is my story.

Whilst I'm still alive and well, I want to surround everyone around me with happiness, not drown them with my tears, though that is what it's leading to.

I can't get over the endless surges of pain, the scars, the tears, loneliness or the depression. But at least, after every nightmare, I can get up and carry on, after someone has shook me awake and dried my tears.

But at least I realise where I am, I'll never forget.

'Hi, I Live In A Care Home'

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING:

-Depressive thoughts (TRIGGER WARNING)
-Self harm (TRIGGER WARNING)
-Mild abuse (a mention of rape, verbal abuse, physical abuse, etc)
-Emotional scenes :)
(Could be triggered by the idea of a death of a loved one)

IMPORTANT: This story is labelled as All Rights Reserved but please keep in mind that I am not trying to copy the Tracy Beaker series, or any ideas created by these producers, writers etc or Jacqueline Wilson, since I own none of these materials. This book is simply my take on the ideas created by those talented people.

29/03/13-23/04/16

-Chloe