There's none of it here.
Last night, I went in the kitchen to fill up my medicine cube, and Chelsea came after me. She started harassing me because she heard me when I was crying in front of Mom because of how stressed I am. Apparently me crying makes me a baby and I need to grow up. Right.
I wasn't expecting her to suddenly be angelic. I was just expecting her to leave me alone. I hadn't said one word to her.
The ironic thing is that I was going to talk to her. I was going to tell her that I was proud of her for finally agreeing to get help. Now, I'm just trying to ignore her entirely. Of course, then she got all mad because I wouldn't talk to her, but hey, I can never win with her.
Most of all, I want to thank all of you for being so kind. For listening to me rant. For praying for my family. The fact that strangers can take such a loving interest in my family gives me hope.
But you don't need to worry about me. I get to leave on August 15th. That's all the change I'll need.