Hollie: "I've been dealing with this since I was born" Mom: "And I think that's where a lot of your depression stems from" Hollie: "What? Being born!?" Mom: "Nooooo, that's not what I meant"


In the few hours since I've met her she has told me about her horrible diarhea (we share a bathroom), asked why we needed a curtain between our beds (privacy...), told me about her worker and how she comes every night to tuck her in/sing her a song (thankful didn't witness that), splayed her many clothes and belongings around the room, then had a meltdown because they took away her donuts because she's a diabetic (She kept saying "why are you doing this to me")... I feel bad for her, but I really don't think this is the right place for her... not to mention slightly detrimental to my own fragile sanity. Thank god for a weekend pass

dismemberment.