Love is a strange thing. People say that love is a waste of time, that it doesn't exist. I have never experienced love before, so I just go by what other people say. My caseworker, Joclyn Miles, tells me not to listen to anybody when they talk about love. She says the world is "damaging the minds of the youth". Although, my fourteenth foster mom always talked about love, in a very, very, very positive way. She said that she had always wanted a child to love. She wanted to tuck her in at night, comb her hair, read her books and everything a mother does for a child. Unfortunately, she hated me because I'm sixteen and apparently I'm too old. I've been moving from foster home to foster home ever since I was two, because nobody wanted me, nobody loved me. Now I'm living with Joclyn until she finds a home for me. I really like living with her, although she doesn't love me I don't think, at least I get a roof over my head, food to eat, and a bed to sleep on. School, is another story subject. People at school bully me, stare at me, and even gag when I'm around. I've been pushed against my locker so hard one time that I had to miss school, because I could barely move. When my caseworker asked me what happened, I just told that I ran into a pole. I never tell Joclyn about the people who people who bully me at school, she would tell the principal. Then, the principal would make this huge speech about bullying and everyone would know it would know it would be about me. Joclyn got me a therapist, three to be exact. I was diagnosed with anxiety disorder and depression, and bipolar disorder. It's been hard, because I have been having anxiety attacks at school, and thoughts of suicide too. There is only one word to describe these disorders: scary.
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