the night from hell and so forth...
so wednesday night was a drama-fest, entirely of my doing.
needless to say, i walked 23 miles from 9:30pm to 5:15am thusday. in the rain. at 41 degrees. with a sweater on.
jenny, bless her heart, tried her darndest to get her dad to get me, but since i have no idea where i am anymore i screwed everything up. he got all the way down to norwich and i got them lost somehow and after an hour had gone by (11:45) i told her to tell them to just go home. big mistake. jenny told me just how ungrateful i was, which i must have been coming off as such, and she told me they finally found the meeting place, and told me how horrible i was. i told her i was sorry for wasting her father's time and her gas. she called the norwich police because apparently i was sounding really sketch, like i might hurt myself. mother, the person who left me at school, called the state police and said i was suicidal, which, guess what? i wasn't.
when i finally got home in the wee hours of the morning, the state police showed up and told poppi to pretty much take me to the hospital for a psych eval. poppi said he would take me in the morning. instead, he called the doctor and she called me and upped the dose of all my pills so now i take enough to kill a horse.
jenny is never going to forgive me, and i don't blame her. i wouldn't forgive me either. it's not worth it.
i do have good news though. i got a job.
call me.
needless to say, i walked 23 miles from 9:30pm to 5:15am thusday. in the rain. at 41 degrees. with a sweater on.
jenny, bless her heart, tried her darndest to get her dad to get me, but since i have no idea where i am anymore i screwed everything up. he got all the way down to norwich and i got them lost somehow and after an hour had gone by (11:45) i told her to tell them to just go home. big mistake. jenny told me just how ungrateful i was, which i must have been coming off as such, and she told me they finally found the meeting place, and told me how horrible i was. i told her i was sorry for wasting her father's time and her gas. she called the norwich police because apparently i was sounding really sketch, like i might hurt myself. mother, the person who left me at school, called the state police and said i was suicidal, which, guess what? i wasn't.
when i finally got home in the wee hours of the morning, the state police showed up and told poppi to pretty much take me to the hospital for a psych eval. poppi said he would take me in the morning. instead, he called the doctor and she called me and upped the dose of all my pills so now i take enough to kill a horse.
jenny is never going to forgive me, and i don't blame her. i wouldn't forgive me either. it's not worth it.
i do have good news though. i got a job.
call me.