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My story:
Left the house this weekend cause I don't want to deal with their shit all winter break so I stayed with Adam. Got trashed all weekend. Came home yesterday. They were really cool about it and respected that I needed some time away. Yeah, I knew that they were bullshitting. Later that night, they told me that I was to be admitted in to a hospital to deal with some of my issues. A fucking hospital. An institute. A mental asylum. I love how they called it a hospital. I'm not that fucking stupid. I definitely don't belong in an asylum. I don't shoot heroine. I don't steal cars. I'm not fucking pregnant. So, they told me to pack my stuff tonight and they called the admission office tonight and I'm unable to go there. You know why? Because my case isn't severe enough. The people there have bipolar disorder. The people there hear things that aren't there. So on. Right up my parents ass. I was right all along. They haven't apologized but it's okay. Cause I win. I was right. What fucking parent would want to put their kid in an asylum? I have anger issues. Put me in anger management. Not a fucking institute. I'm so happy. I have one up on them. Shove it up their ass. I won...
We decided? My best interests?
I'm not crazy, you're the one who's crazy, you're drving me crazy...
Doesn't matter. I'll probably get hit by a car anyways
Left the house this weekend cause I don't want to deal with their shit all winter break so I stayed with Adam. Got trashed all weekend. Came home yesterday. They were really cool about it and respected that I needed some time away. Yeah, I knew that they were bullshitting. Later that night, they told me that I was to be admitted in to a hospital to deal with some of my issues. A fucking hospital. An institute. A mental asylum. I love how they called it a hospital. I'm not that fucking stupid. I definitely don't belong in an asylum. I don't shoot heroine. I don't steal cars. I'm not fucking pregnant. So, they told me to pack my stuff tonight and they called the admission office tonight and I'm unable to go there. You know why? Because my case isn't severe enough. The people there have bipolar disorder. The people there hear things that aren't there. So on. Right up my parents ass. I was right all along. They haven't apologized but it's okay. Cause I win. I was right. What fucking parent would want to put their kid in an asylum? I have anger issues. Put me in anger management. Not a fucking institute. I'm so happy. I have one up on them. Shove it up their ass. I won...
We decided? My best interests?
I'm not crazy, you're the one who's crazy, you're drving me crazy...
Doesn't matter. I'll probably get hit by a car anyways