| This is hell |
[Mar. 5th, 2008|06:38 pm] |
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I woke up this morning and almost immediately started crying. I spent hours crying my eyes out, missing my home and my babies. I'm tearing up now. I just hate this place. Its not my home it has none of my things in it accept clothes and its cold... the blanket on my bed is so thin...
I want to ask them if I can bring more of my stuff, and maybe at least my cat over, but I am too scared they'll say no. Though even if they say no I wont be worse off than I am now...
I juat want to go home, back to grandpas. |
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