... so... I guess I'm back. I hope I stay. Only a week and then I can be free. I'm falling back into life Falling back into everything that was here before I had to leave... I don't even know how to begin this... story... saga... whatever it is. I really don't. 11 days in a fucking hospital. Completely cut off from the outside world. Pills to make me sleep Pills to make me happy. No music no belts no strings of any kind writing constantly with golf pencils no time to your fucking self can't read what i want to. Can't hug them goodbye when they tell me i'm okay to go home. Crazy fucking people in the time out room, screaming at the top of their lungs, pouding on the doors. Jazzy almost cried. Meddy didn't really care. Brittany cared more than I thought she would. I have to go to teenscope tomorrow. They want me to go to school on Wednesday. 2 weeks... abandoned. NOBODY EVEN FUCKING CARES ANYMORE at least it seems that way. And I don't know what to do. I get to sleep in darkness tonight. I am home... happy to be here. yet at the same time... I feel like I'm in some kind of a surreal dream. Like I fell into some kind of nightmare that I couldnt escape for 11 days. But... I feel like I'm spinning. and I don't even fucking know why. I just want to sleep. I want to wake up and have things be.... perfect.