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Not much to say.
The kids were hyper, yet again.
Most of them are getting discharged so it will be only 5 of us.
Me, the drug addict, the alcoholic, the kleptomaniac, and the angry kid (equivalent on the Screw-Up Scale to me)
I am not getting discharge until probably July 7th...
Oh the joy and wonderfulness.
I feel like I need to be there longer because I am not getting anything done, yet.
The kids have really been bothersome.
Oh yeah starting next Thursday for me I will be in Day Treatment.
Of course I didn't do anything wrong in school it's just there is too little kids and they want to merge the programs.
I don't mind it except that I have to get up early.
If I blow my chances at Day Treatment I go to Inpatient.
That means no pain killers and cutting for me.
But seriously I need to stop.

Mostly all we did was play ball, eat, and watch a movie.
We had lasagna, it was nasty and burnt.
We watched Dangerous Mind.
I couldn't focus on the movie that much.
That was useless....
Pretty much that's what happened.

P.S.: This post was meant for yesterday.
Oh yeah and I'm finally adjusting to my medication and I'm going to kill Julio.
(^_^)

Day 2.
Wooo.
Let me start off with the first Group session.(There is 3 in all)
In the first session we had to make our chairs in a circle.
There was one empty chair where everyone had to take turns and sit in it.
When a person sits on the chair people can't talk, whilst the other kids say good things about them.
I got some pretty good comments even though they knew me for a day.
Then we had to go back in the chair, this time we could talk.
Everyone had to say negative things about each other.
They really didn't know what to say to me but talk more.
Which I agree with, I haven't really been talking.
Well not to the little kids...
They are pretty hyper and type annoying.
After that we ate the dreaded hospital food.
Hamburgers again tonight..... I only ate the fries and the pears.
We had cupcakes also....
There was a fluffy moment between me and a guy. ^_^
But anyways after the lunch we played a.... board game!!!!
It was about how to deal with conflicts.
The game overall was kinda fun but not really because majority of the kids were immature.
It was pissing me and the other older kids off.
After that mess we had a regular meeting.
We went around the room and told one of the staff about what we are doing this weekend.
(I said I have to study)
Also, I got a bonus.
I had to tell everyone why I was here.
I told the that the school referred me because I hurt myself and have depression problems.
I got some okay advice.
So anyways after that experience we lined up.
Guess what?!?
I got my prescription for Lamictal!
That was lovely.
On the bus ride the 2 little kids were acting like bitches....
That pissed me and the other girl off.
Especially when he was threatening to kick our ass.
I'll stomp that little motherfucker.
They left and her and I was talking.
The drug addict wasn't here today, such a surprise.
Anyways we were laughing like mad crazy in the bus.
She is too cool of a person.
No description needed.
I left and crashed.
Not literally.

I got a blood test tomorrow so yeah lemme catch some zzz's.

Catch some z's and never let go. Join me in eternal sleep.

So let me explain the meaning of "Pink Walls of Hell."
Well as you remember in my previous posts about how I was going to Trinitas for the "After school Program."
Apparently the "After school Program" is actually Partial Hospitalization located in the Adolescent Mental ward of the Hospital. (The walls are pink...)
I definably didn't know that....
Now a white bus picks me up and I have to stay at Trinitas from 4:00pm to 7:00pm....and it's MANDATORY!
Goody Goody.
Now on to my first day of therapy...
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The white van (Don't ask...) picked me up around 3:20 pm.
I entered and sat in the first row of seats.
There was 2 other kids.
A Hispanic girl named Isabella, she apparently is a senior at the whole After school program ...
The other person was a boy who we call Nick. He is pretty much a drug addict.
That guy has been fucked up on so many drugs I can't count.
They all seemed really chill which was my vibe at the moment.
We all talked about why we were here and they told me to not kill myself (How many times have I heard that....)(=.=)
The van picked up 2 other kids but they were really young...
We finally got to the Hospital and had to get searched.
Oh yeah that's another thing you aren't allowed to bring anything but homework plus no accessories (ie.: Belts, Jewelry, Piercings).
After the search we had our first group session which was pretty uhhh type annoying mostly because of the little kids and I thought the Group leader was an ass.
We had dinner, which was nasty. Expect regular Hospital inpatient food.
I had to type ditch dinner for a bit and go see my psychiatrist.
Apparently I'm getting my medication for my Bipolar.
Yes, it's true I HAVE BIPOLAR!
Plus I'm getting my CAT Scans back tomorrow.
When that ordeal was done I played Connect Four with this Hispanic guy, (He was about 17 yrs. old.)
I'm starting to like him.
(Oh and also I had to take a Drug Test.)
We had 2 other sessions then went home.
So yeah Day 1 down.
Imma go study for my Final Exams.

Peace 2 Peeps