I'm sure some have noticed my absence for the last 2 weeks or so. Well, I had a breakdown over the New Year's weekend, cut open a vein (that was actually an accident; I planned to die another way), made my apartment look like a murder scene with blood shooting everywhere and then ended up in the mental hospital for a week. That place was a hellhole. I do hope my roommate who was going through heroin and Fentanyl withdrawal makes it through, though.
Then my psycho upstairs neighbor, 2 days after Im released from the hospital, flips out and pulls a shotgun on my friend and I. So he gets the police called on him, SWAT blocks off the whole block and he ends up arrested a few hours later. So he's still in jail. (He was taunting me from his window when I left to catch the bus to see my caseworker the day after I got out of the hospital, and made fun of me for trying to kill myself.)
Now I'm going home with lumps on my head from another fight with my friend. Such is life.
Then my psycho upstairs neighbor, 2 days after Im released from the hospital, flips out and pulls a shotgun on my friend and I. So he gets the police called on him, SWAT blocks off the whole block and he ends up arrested a few hours later. So he's still in jail. (He was taunting me from his window when I left to catch the bus to see my caseworker the day after I got out of the hospital, and made fun of me for trying to kill myself.)
Now I'm going home with lumps on my head from another fight with my friend. Such is life.