These fucking doctors think they know everything. 

I fucking hate this place. It isn’t a home, it’s a corner of hell disguised as a mansion. My dark corner is the only honest part of the whole building.

Move to my new dorm in a little over a week. Feels like forever. Living here is honestly unbearable. Heroin is the only thing keeping me sane right now.

I’ve only just now managed an exact 10 minutes of internet time. My mother came back again today, and I used all my best lines that I’d been planning and repeating over and over in my head. How I’ve changed, I’m sorry, I want to start over, go to school. Everything she wanted to hear, I said it. 

I am going to university, the one I chose, with my own dorm. It’s a long ways from my parents so no worries of them checking up on me. Everything I had hoped for will be mine… in a month.

I have one month of counselling, and I have to move back into my parents’ house for the duration. One month of sitting and talking to some doctor who will apparently fix me. … In a month.

I’m discharged from the hospital in a couple days, and then off to the loony bin.