I was to a psychiatrist today. He told me he thinks I have an anxiety disorder and trust issues.
My foster parents are worried because I won't talk to them. They just don't understand, I don't want them to worry, to touch me, I just want to go home. My foster father told me I was too old to be playing "hide and seek". I will admit, I did hide. Not from them in particular, just everything I guess.
They schedualed daily Therapy sessions for me, I started cutting again. My therapist...

I feel so odd, I don't even know what to say here. I'm blogging for the sake of blogging so I don't have to do anything else. Because I don't know how I feel.
Well, I know I have a head ache. And it hurts. And I know I feel hungry. But I'm not eating. And I know that I feel lonely, but I have the means to contact people and I just can't be bothered.
I don't know what to do with myself right now.

I had to go home today to get something, my brother was supposed to be out but he wasn't. When I got there he was drunk. He grabbed me and threw me against a wall telling me I'm better off dead. After some other things I won't go into detail about happended I finally called the cops. I'm in protective custody at the moment as my mom is "unfit".
Now I wait... :\