Yeah, that description sounds like me me. I was in a severe funk as I had been busted down hard, then split, then caught. By late October I decided it was time to go. I am slowly getting the details straight in my mind...which split went with which phase, foster home...hell. I made second phase again,FOS of course, while living with a Darren Chastain, great family, nice home in Symrna. Being a Tampa kid I stayed with them after making second. Well, right before X-mas, I took a letter out to be mailed, said goodbye to Darrens cute as a bug little sister, and scooted through the woods.
So yes, that was probably me. I thought a lot. I nearly lost my mind, but by that time I was fully internalizing, not fighting anymore. I will never forget ruth-Ann and Satan Newton threatening to send me to cincinatti if I didn't get my crap together. They taunted me in group about my dislike for cold weather, and lied about my parents supporting a transfer to Cinci!! Arrogant shits...I talked my parents into giving it a shot and never stepped foot in either St pete or ATL program again.
You could also be remembering a Bobby Ruggles, who was also from Florida....hard case that went a million miles away for days at a time, then fought like a monster to let it out. He got busted from 5th about the same time. He had straighter hair than I. I did what it took to get 2nd and get the fuck out....I was NOT DOING a THIRD X-mas at that place.