It's not that great, but I don't know what to listen to.
I just turned it off. Fuck it.
Anyway, this laptop keyboard is designed terrible, and I have a broken pinky finger, so typing isn't that much of a thrill right now. But there are some things I need to get off my chest.
Where to begin?
Well, since I last wrote, I checked myself into Turning Point rehab. That was an adventure. I was there for a few days, and I met this gorgeous poet named Joe Gant. He was a linux geek and a Buddhist. We conversed non-stop for a few days. Our arms touched for half an hour while in a group meeting. I fell in love, quickly. But he was straight--of course. One night I was upset over some family issues and venting, and I caught him writing in his journal about me--calling me a drama queen. I got upset and told the nurse I was feeling suicidal so they would give me an Ativan. They ended up 1013ing me again (Georgia's involuntary commitment law) and putting in me in a psych ward. I tried to leave when I found out, but they ended up tackling me to the crowd and choking me out, scratching the fuck out of my arm. By-standers said I head butted one of the techs pretty good, though.
The psych ward was okay. It was co-ed, which was nice. I met a very intelligent woman from Tampa named Bethany. She's curious about existence, too. She thinks her name in Hebrew means house of ill-repute, which I find funny.
Anyway, there are a lot of details that I should mention about what else happened there, but I don't feel like typing very much right now. I did meet this other guy who I thought was my soul mate because we have the same middle name, are obsessed with Tori Amos, and have the same possible mental disorders (schizoaffective and borderline personality). But I think I was mistaken.
My parents let me move back in with them. Everything was okay for a week or two, but then my dad ended up beating the shit out of me when I told him I'd kill him if he touched me, basically, and they 1013d me back to Greenleaf again.
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I was interrupted to go eat mussels for dinner. They were good. Kate's mom made them. I came up to Allentown, PA about a week ago to stay with them for a bit. I have no idea where I'm going to go after this or what I'm going to do, though.
Anyway, there's so much more I should write about, but it's too uncomfortable to type for very long right now. Maybe later.
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