Still alive.
So, obviously it's been a while since I've updated my live journal. Well, I'm very sorry about that but it was kind of difficult to post new entries from my rehab in Hancock, New York. That's right. On February 9 at 4:00 AM, I was woken up by two escorts, handcuffed like a negro and taken to the Family School. I won't take space to relate all my experiences there, but I will say it was the most miserable four months of my life. They locked me in a cell, made me eat shitty food, made me wear ugly sweatpants, and made me carry buckets of rocks all day. During the four months I spent there I ran away twice. The first time I was arrested and brought back. The second time I walked 20 miles to a truck stop on the highway. I called my mom not in hopes of her taking me home, but merely to yell at her for being a cunt and stabbing me in the back. But surprisingly, she picked me up and took me to my weekend house. Unfortunately she is now refusing to take me home. I found out my parents are getting divorced. Big fucking deal. What really sucks is this bitch has custody. Unfortunately, this is really my only way of contacting any of you. Hopefully I'll be home some day soon. I'm giving some consideration to jacking this bitch's car. I love you all very much.
Erik
Erik