Happy People

There are really some unhappy people that write blogs. I suppose these are people that five years ago would have just been writing their thoughts in journals. But now they blog them. Some of these posts make me realize how boring I have become. I guess that's what happens when you start to grow up. The crazy stories become few and far between. However, I would much rather be boring than in jail, or unemployed, or depressed or addicted to drugs or alcohol. So here is an interesting post from another happy person on blogger...

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Wow, I didn't know I had updated so recently. I must've been high at the time or something because I totally don't remember it.
Well, I finally got Baker Acted. Wonderful, huh? Yeah, I got in this really terrible mood and decided to kill myself on impulse on Friday. We were all over at my house visiting for some reason or another and I was just really mad out of nowhere and started cocktailing pills. Mostly Asprin but also some other stuff. I guess one of the kids ended up telling one of the adults so my mom and Roy (my uncle) came into my sisters room where I was beginning to pass out and started to ask me what I took. I just told them that I took some asprin for a headache and benedryl to get to sleep. They didn't believe me but figured that Asprin wouldn't hurt me anyways. Nevertheless, on the way home to Roy's that night he started like yelling at me or something so I told him what I had taken. I don't really remember that part but this is what I was told so this is what I'm writing. The next day my mom ended up taking me to Memorial Hospital where they stuck me with an IV, took blood, did some X-rays, all that shit, and I was fine. My Asprin level was extremely high, it was three times the maximum of what it could be. Then the doctor there decided I was a danger to myself and BA'ed me to Morton Plant. I wasn't transfered until fuckin' three in the morning (Easter Sunday). Crazy huh? So now I'm moving back home and I'm starting back at Plant tomorrow. I'll also be starting some sort of intensive out-patient treatment.
I was also finally officially diagnosed with Bulimia Nervosa. *Applause* *gag*
I'm not vegan anymore in case you haven't guessed.
Oh and for anyone wondering, I'm not still suicidal, it was just a stupid impulse so please don't make me promise my soul never to attempt again or anything crazy like that (Yes, some of my friends have actually done that).