| Current mood: |  sad |
I was on the adolescent unit today. I liked it. The kids are interesting to work with. Many of them are there for being in trouble with the law, I still think they're good to work with and if they turned out like they did, it's really not all their fault. Most of them, I noticed come from broken homes. No wonder they then join gangs and get in trouble. One of them was there for getting high on carburator liquid. Another one was there for cutting her wrists. Another one for overdosing on pills. Another one for assaulting his mother. The one that was there for cutting her wrists told me that she was in the guard. She thought I was cool because I used to be in it. The one sniffing carburator liquid was cool, too. Poor things. I know that although they look tough on the outside, on the inside they are really not. They were born in a bad environment. I think. Anyway, Tim and I got mad at each other. He got mad because I didn't go to the movies with him. Then he called me later and said that he was over it but I said something that made him mad and he started bitching at me again. I had already had too much bitching from him. When he said that he was getting pissed off again, I hung up on him. I called the next day and he didn't pick up the phone. He called me later again way at almost 10:00pm and asked me if I was mad. He told me that his day sucked because he thought I was mad. Yeah right. He is so full of sh*t. I have to go study. I'll be back sometime later though. I should be in the Psych unit with all those people who feel depressed :(
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