9:44 PM
3 months ago • 1 note • February 20th
As they escorted me into the front office I made a peace sign to the local drug dealer, he looked just as scared as I but I was crying on the outside as opposed to he. I saw my Spanish teacher and gave him a hug, told him I’d be back in a bit, once the cuts on my wrists healed all right. Then they carted me off to the ward. God knows I’ll never go back.
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