Every inch of my body huts. I'm exhausted and my hands are torn up, burnt, cut, bruised, etc. But it's not the physical pain I can't deal with. They have me listed to see classification on Tuesday to possibly go to the 9 month substance abuse program that they have here. If they told me this from the beginning, I would have accepted it and planned around it. But all along, they told me once I was done with max, I would go to grounds and straight toward the halfway house, where I can work a real paying job and take classes, etc. Now they suddenly want to send me to this program.
I'm not a drug addict. I'm not an alcoholic. I have no prior history of anything. I was a normal adolescent who made a mistake and lost one of my closest friends as a result. It was an accident and I can assure you, it would NEVER happen again. I'm doing my time day for day and that's fine with me, but don't you think I'm a perfect candidate for the halfway house? I've never gotten into trouble, I follow all the rules; all I want to do is try to get my life on track after all of this, especially for my parents. Trust me, I am SO sorry; you have no idea just how much I think of my friend who died in the accident.
I'm just so broken down. I can't stop crying inside and I've lost all my strength and don't know how to get it back. I try so hard and nothing seems to work out right. I just can't handle it anymore. Maybe sleep would help me out but I can't even get that. My body hurts, my heart hurts, everything just hurts.
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