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take it on the other side

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take it on the other side
02.23.04 2:54 p.m.

2 in the morning Harlan's best friend "bro" falls into our bedroom with much blood and slit wrists. Having to duct tape wash cloths to a grown man's wrists really changes my opinion on suicide... being on the OTHER side of it for a change.... We recommended he sign himself into the psych ward and/or rehab/crisis center program, he was all for it when we first got there but changed his mind later on and tried to bribe me with five valium to take him home... yeah, exactly how messed up do you have to be man?? I'm gonna need to have my car detailed, though his wrists were well bandanged (the doc complimented me) there was still blood on his clothes. Harlan's bathroom was messed up too. The hospital must have his name spelled wrong and the operator is an ESL so I didnt have time or patience to argue but they cant find any record of him being there last night so therefore cant give me an update on his condition or whether or not he did sign himself into one of the programs they offered or ended up walking out or what. So besides all this it was a pretty good weekend. Harlan's cooking pot roast tonight and we're bringing my bed over.


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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