rehab
okay basically i was high and stole my dad's morphine
and so he was totally convinced that i took it
he had asked me about it so i decided that i had to move EVERYTHING
so basically i had physcical therapy in teh morning so i had to go to physical therapy with EVERYTHING in my backpack cuz i knew my dad was gona search my room
and my dad called my mom while i was there and she searched my bag
and kinda just found everything at once
lets just say i had alot of different kinds of drugs that i shouldnt have had:
the bottle of my dad's morphine
assortments of amphetamines, dextroamphetamines, and methylphenidates (including my dad's ritalin)
focalin
pot
klonopin
xanax (that isnt mine)
topamax... a bottle that was my sisters (she wasnt on it anymore though, it was just like extra stuff), some of my dad's and some of my friends (that she gave me ofcourse)
a siringe the i banged up the morphine with
and idk what else i had in there there was so much
they're like ok either you're:
-dealing which means we have to call the cops
or -taking them and you're addicted which means we have to send you to rehab
ofcourse i told them i'm taking them. but ofcourse since i'm bipolar i could turn on the waterworks on full blast so that helped my case a lil. they seriously dont know what to do. my mom searched my body for track marks yesterday- i was stripped bare. luckily i've been applying neosporin like crazy but all she would have had to do was check my arms rather than my entire body.
i told my parents btw that "i drank yesterday and i dont even remember taking the morphine cuz my antidepressant makes me black out and i didnt even know i had it until my dad had asked me if i had taken it and i looked in my room and found it and freaked out that he would kill me so i decided i'd have to move it" and they believed that i think but yea still not winnning me any brownie points
i'm getting a tox screen. my friend was like DETOX DRINK! and i'm like noooo then they'll think i'm dealing. my mom dropped me off at school, and i smoked a bowl- i'm already fucked right?
but yea my mom told me that i'm going to a drug rehabilitation center...
i really hope i won't have to eat
and i'm freaking out cuz my mom tore apart all my jacks and i need one. i'm drinking a shit load of coffee.