"Why not?" Jason snapped, before pressing his lips together tightly to keep from talking for a moment. He didn't want to yell at his mother, not really. "I was fine. I am fine. I got by on my own and I'm okay now." It hadn't been fun, of course, but going into foster care? Getting tossed from house to house with god only knew who taking care of him? No, that had never been an option, and if he had to go back, he'd do things exactly the same way. "And I'm not alone anymore. You don't have to worry about me."
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Date: 2010-07-18 02:20 am (UTC)