It's Rough
Tacks used to scrape out rough words and letters into the skin. To poke through until it hurts. Self-abuse due to frusteration. Sneaking around. Emotionally unstable. Homesick. Angry. Crying in the bathroom. Smoking, skipping, slander. Gossip. Attitude. All in one night. I can't even explain. I don't think I ever could.

This is the hardest job I've ever encountered.

A letter from Paul today. The first. Just the simple handwriting on the page makes me smile. Reading it again may be the only way I am able to sleep....my mind is wandering to scary places. I'm worried for these kids.