Behind our smiles

This is like so sad loll I promise Im being sarcastic... but it is sad My name is Newly Cater weird right yeah NEWLY my Grand father gave me that name and he died like three months before I was born ...what if I was a boy ughh but Id rather be called Carter . So at the moment Im in my car my driver is taking me home from rehab like I told you sad right but its freedom for me six months in that place was f*****g frustrating theyd been suffocating me with stupid questions, checkups, stupid sociality build ups, blah blah blah two minutes out of the faculty and feel so much better than when I was in coma .. Well I guess you know the drill I was in there for neurological rehabilitation...Okay lets skip the big words I tried to kill myself. I was diagnosed for anxiety disorders, depression, mood disorder, eating disorders, PTSD, paranoia, self harm. And all that shiit I know sad right well thats me.. I stare out the window Inhaling the fresh air. I tried to make a small talk with my driver but he kept his reply short sighs doesnt he know trying to practice the socializing that Ive been learning in rehab for six f*****g months id have to report this to my parents , sighs my parents I think they are not in the country , I havent seen them since I was admitted to the rehabilitation center not that care tho we are not that close, but we talk,they not really much in my life since they are not always around they fight sometimes but come back together all the time ..Well we are going to our house in Maine..Im going to start junior year there bla bla bla we . Well tomorrow I'm resuming Im not really excited about it, couldnt they have given me like two weeks to sulk that I was not allowed die sighs.. my parents have decided to keep me over supervision till they get back they even hired me a f*****g maid I havent had one since I was 12 , I guess the rehab took a toll on them too.