“I’m so tired. I just don’t feel like I can do this much
longer. I need to either feel better or for it to, you know, stop. But as I
promised Dad, Dr Edgeley and Richard. I will tell them first. I owe them that
after all they’ve put in. I don’t know why but all the adults treat me weirdly.
I have made a few friends that is difficult because I feel like I feel
everything all the time. It’s draining. But my few friends are all that are
keeping me okay here. Among my new friends is this adorable 78 year old called
Hugh. He is English and probably the sweetest man I know. I have a few teenager
friends but they have quite a lot of drama that tires me out quickly. But it’s
not their fault I take their problems onto me to a certain degree. A lot of the
time I feel lost but I just don’t know anymore. I miss Mom and Dad and the
girls a lot. It’s very difficult.”
This was written while I was still in the clinic. It was a weird time and things get super hectic in a while. Lots of drama in the next few entries. I am sad that things were that bad. Hugh was a total delight. I genuinely enjoyed his company. I am sad I never caught up with him again after I left. He was a lovely gentleman. My favourite person I've met in all my times in the clinic.
E.H
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