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Post by Aaron Martin on Jan 29, 2008 17:57:42 GMT -5
okay, so mom put me in the looney bin. she says it's because my drug use was causing a problem...
i really don't know what to think. i didn't think i had a problem in the first place...oh well.
-aaron.
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Post by Aaron Martin on Jan 31, 2008 1:43:11 GMT -5
i am a drug addict.
no, no i'm not. my doctors are telling me to say it, but i can't even write it. what the hell is wrong with me?
in my last therapy session, i told dr. swanson that i knew why they did everything they did. she asked what i meant by everything, and i said, "basically everything from making sure we take our meds to taking away hoodie strings even though no one i've met is suicidal." she didn't ask me why, but she was very interested in what i said.
whatever.
anyway, i've really only met two people; hayley the anorexic and logan, my roommate. so far, they don't seem crazy at all. then again, maybe other crazy people appear sane when you're crazy.
fear is only in our minds, taking over all the time.
-aaron.
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Post by Aaron Martin on Feb 4, 2008 1:28:19 GMT -5
I don't know whether being in this place is a blessing or a curse.
- aaron.
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Post by Aaron Martin on Feb 7, 2008 13:08:59 GMT -5
it seems like i've been really distant lately.
at least, that's what the doctors keep telling me. i think it's because i won't really get into our therapy sessions. well, they might be justified in their reasons except that they're the ones that aren't locked up in here.
-aaron.
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