I know I'm crazy, and that I need help. The problem is that no one else knows it. I can understand that since I'm the foster kid that no one talks to, it's easier to hide than most things.
I don't have friends. That's one of many luxuries I don't have. Some others are :
1. I can't find my birth mom.
2. There isn't a family that wants to foster me anymore.
3. I don't have anyone to say this to.
What I need is a therapist, or a psychologist or something. Someone that can at least pretend to care so I can just say it all out loud. But none of the kids around me even want to sit near me, let alone listen to me.
School is, ironically, my happy place. At least at school I'm not on display for people to gawk at me and wonder what I did to end up in the system. At school I can hide out in the library and in the back of my class.
I know, I know. Hiding from my problems isn't going to solve them. But I mean, it's not like I can tell this to anybody. And if I want my craziness to be contained, I would have to have someone to tell first, right?
And really.
Is crazy that bad?
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