But I didn't expect what was coming next. She called and told Amber's mom. I didn't know about this til I got home last night, at about 9. To make a long story short, my mom told me that I wasn't allowed in Stafford till further notice, I can't use the computer or the phone, and I can't really go anywhere. Plus, I have to pay for the hole in my wall. Oh, yes. I kicked a hole in the wall... I used to kick that wall all the time, I didn't expect it to make a hole. And it knocked my picture off the wall on the other side of the wall. Just mine... Not my brother's, sister's, parents's, or anything. Talened, eh?
So, anyway. The part Sam is interested in: I almost ended up in the hospital. My parents told me they were taking me to be evaluated at Johnson Memorial Hospital. I repeatedly told them I wasn't going. They told me that I was going and that I was going to talk to someone. I told them that I wouldn't talk to anyone and they said that they'd have me put in South II [[the area for people with "behavioral issues"- or the "crazy people" like me]]. So, I kept telling them I wasn't going, and they finally gave up.
Last night was hell, and I was so mad that Amber's mom told my parents. I was going to fix this. I was... I just wanted to do it on my own. But it didn't work that way. But I promise, I will be okay. This is only my fault. It'll be done sooner than I know. My cuts will heal and scar, and that'll be that. But for now all I can do is wait.
One side note: I don't want to die. I really don't. I have felt like I want to before, but I do like living. I just don't like all the bullshit. Maybe I do have a lot to live for, but I'll just have to wait for everything to unfold. I love you all <3
- Allison -
