So Tonight That I Might See

a lot has happened since i last posted.

i did some bad meth or flaca and went psycho and threatened to kill my mother because i didn't think she was really my mom because she cut me off of the pain pills she was giving me. of course there are other reasons i thought she wasn't my mom, like the guy from saudi arabia who told me tina was my mother. and then tina told me i should come live with her in berlin. i don't know. but i eventually calmed down and realized the only place i wanted to be was back in a womb. so i layed my head in my mother's lap and cried until the cops came and took me away.

i spent 28 days in rehab and met a lot of amazing people. there are a lot of interesting details, but i don't feel like typing too much right now. my friend rachel that i met there (she's older than my mom and really cool) and i are talking about writing a tv show based on our experiences in rehab and our lives before and after.

anyway, i got out january first.

i'm supposed to go to outpatient therapy every day, but i haven't for the past two. instead i've stayed home, smoked weed and crack, and thought a lot about god.

life is strange.

i'm going to try to complete this program so i can take a road trip across country with my new friend daniel. my dad traded his gun for a camper van after josh died to console me i think.

i miss a lot of people.