Well....

I have been kicked out since the 7th of June. Apparently I am a phycopath... and am going to kill someone. This is not true and I was admitted into the Mental Health Ward in a hospital that I am not going to mention. I was diagnosed with acute anxiety but I will explain it in more detail later. Innitally I didn't deal with the getting kicked out thing very well however after my little sister sounded like she was anamatronic on the phone. I don't want her to be in the environment I was in, actually I never wanted her to be there. I miss her more everyday. I am doing better and becoming more positive. I moved schools again but this school is much better then the rest. I won't be mentioning the name just yet, I may have some creepy stalkers following my blog, hehe. I don't really want to publish the whole story because I tend to get a bit sad. Music saved me, I mean it. If I didn't have music in my life I don't know where I would be right now. My grandparents have taken me in and I don't know how I could ever pay them back for all the kindness they have given to me. In my eyes they are saints. They have helped me stop being to scared to talk about everything and become myself. Sure I still get sad about things but it's nowhere near as bad as it was. I don't know how I could ever pay them back. If they hadn't taken me in, I would have nowhere to go. With everyday I become myself again and a little less sad. So THIS IS AS GOOD AS IT GONNA GET.