Well this was a varied lot. Teen pregnancies, bipolar, anti gay parents, drug dealers, and the such. What a crowed. Quite frankly Colin couldn't give a rats ass about these people, the only reason he was here was because his parents were worried about him and a little part of him buried away deep was worried too. Ok maybe that was a little harsh, these people probably had as valid a reason as he did for being here.

With his headache fading, Colin decided it was his turn to stand up. As he did so he wobbled a little bit, his jelly legs finally leaving him. Running his hands through his hair and taking a deep breath, Colin said "Hey I'm Colin and I have post traumatic stress disorder, also I drink a lot." With nothing else to say Colin sat back down and folded his arms across his chest.