I'm what people would call a lost cause; a piece of trash, a weirdo, a horrendous life form, and every other atrocious term you could possibly conjure. I guess parents really do know what's in store for their child[ren]'s future; if you could call migrating from one mental hospital to another a future, of course. 

What is hope? Something she didn't dare believe in; there was no hope for her, saying so is just a bitter lie. Her days are numbered; how she will spend them is entirely up to her.