Grippy sock vacation

I got sent off for a few days. March 30th was the night I went in, it was okay. I was just having really bad withdrawals the entire stay, so they had put me on a few medications. I think I got out a handful of days ago, I've probably been out maybe a week. I don't know but I know that I'm not allowed to be at school anymore. Fuck STAAR tests because no matter what I do, I won't be back in time to do them, school only has around 4 weeks left, not even. I also packed a super big lunch, so for the first time in a while, I had a real good sized lunch. I'm happy to be home but the reality of what had happened to me when I got out kicked me in the stomach. Everything is overstimulating right now and it won't go away. Being in php is so hard for me, we sit and talk about our issues all day and then don't get the time to do very much of anything else minus talk, play cards ad do homework. It stresses me out for some reason. But The more and more I go to php, the more and more that I realize the meaning and true reasons for my trauma and what's happened with my life. EHhhhh wtvr, it's been a long day. 

Peace out,

LUCKYSTARSHOOTER777