An Attempt on an Explination for My Absence
written at 11:35 a.m..
A few days after my homecomming, my grandmother has a stroke. A stroke in her coma. Coincidence? Yes, she's still alive. Her brother is stinking rich, so he's been paying for everything to keep her alive and in a private hospital room. And yet, he can't help his nephew (my dad) out with some medical bills for me? Fucker.
I haven't been around. I haven't been home since Feburary. I attempted suicide again, and I have been in an institution in Baltimore. But I'm better. I've grown up alot. It hits you that when you spend your 21st birthday in a mental hospital that I need to make some changes. But I'm better. I've also been able to decrease the amount of anti-psychosis medication I've been taking, although the Prevacid had to be increased... But I'm happy. I'm glad with myself. Thats the first time I can say that and mean it in the longest time.