I was in the hospital for a while. For trying to commit suicide. And since I had a bad attitude when I went in, they didn't let me go for a week. Hell, they pissed me off-trying to interfere with my private choices. But they let me go-finally. But...I do need help. Not the kind they were giving (which is none), but something. A supervised environment, counseling, whatever. They put me on these happy pills. Well, more of them. This post is utterly retarded. So I'm going now.
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