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So uh. I just wrote a twopage LJ entry about the fact that I have no will to live anymore, and how I've gone everywhere to get help but just keep getting written off, and how my gym teacher's a fucking psycho, and how i dont want to run my clubs or finish my schoolwork or even go to campus or even just get out of fucking bed.
I decided not to share because you all don't need nightmares.
and tomorrow. i am printing that. and i am printing the letter from my psycho cuntrag gym teacher. and i am depositing myself in the student affairs office. and i am not going to leave until they either help me come up with a plan of action to get me away from the psychobitch and get me extensions so I don't fail out of class, or call the police to get me into the ER so i can get some real fucking help because the fucking counseling center is obviously not going to be enough.
of course, they're probably not going to do anything, because they fucking haven't yet. then again. they haven't seen me break in person yet. and i've had quite a bit of practice at not taking no for an answer from people who are supposed to be helping the past couple weeks.
I decided not to share because you all don't need nightmares.
and tomorrow. i am printing that. and i am printing the letter from my psycho cuntrag gym teacher. and i am depositing myself in the student affairs office. and i am not going to leave until they either help me come up with a plan of action to get me away from the psychobitch and get me extensions so I don't fail out of class, or call the police to get me into the ER so i can get some real fucking help because the fucking counseling center is obviously not going to be enough.
of course, they're probably not going to do anything, because they fucking haven't yet. then again. they haven't seen me break in person yet. and i've had quite a bit of practice at not taking no for an answer from people who are supposed to be helping the past couple weeks.