time for me to yet again find a new place to go. Somewhere that will yeild a job and a life.
Patrick's mother's house ASIDE from being utterly disgusting and dirty and nasty and horrid, is not even HALF the size of mine, it's about the ******** size of my BED, and besides that it's filthy.
It'll take ******** forever just to clean it.
once more I'm pushed to find myself a place to live. Why don't I want to stay here? Because there's nothing here and no chance of a life. I'm sick.
Either I find a place to go, or just head on over to a mental institution and admit me. Gonna talk to Dad tomorrow about letting me go to the docotor. I need to talk to her about my depression.
It's starting to get bad again, and my suicidal thoughts havn't stopped, and they're getting louder. Time for me to actually seek help on these issues instead of dancing around them. Lexapro is helping but not enough. I'm once more a danger and a threat to myself.
Wonder if Nick would like to work something out...proally not..
I've given up home, time to research mental institutes. I need a job, I need money, I need medicince, I need help.
And the only thing I can see me actually getting, would be the lock down in a safe place where they can easily prevent me from injuring myself.
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