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Dude, ok so Halloween SUCKED this year. I walked to Myles's with Julie, and then me and Julie went to her house, hung out with Kay and TC. We all went to Mcdonalds at like, 10:30, and we met this guy there.
Me: No one trick or treats anymore cause of the goddamn war on terror.
Him: Fuck the Iraqis, I served for 10 months over there and as far as I'm concerned, they can all go die. The little kids throw rocks at you, and you can't even shoot them.
Then he was talking about how he grew up in Cleghorn and how he just got out of the hospital that day. He was so fucking hilarious, and so creepy at the same time.
Then we went home, everyone was drinking except for me (which I will explain later) and we watched Candyman.
Ok, so I went to this psychotherapist lady today, and it was weird. She's referring me to and AA meeting for teens, a new therapist, and family therapy. A little too much to handle for one day. In the car my mom asked me if I thought I was mentally ill. I was like "Mom, what the fuck do you want me to say to that?" I can't even believe my shrink thinks I'm an alco-fucking-holic. I mean come on! I'm a freaking teenager, of course I'm going to experiment. She's like "You have every risk factor in the book, what with having a family history of alcoholism, your post-traumatic stress, and already finding that it makes you feel better." OH! And yeah, she wants to put me back on an anti-psychotic!!! I AM NOT FUCKING PSYCHOTIC!! God I dont need crazy meds for schizophrenia. God this makes me angry.
Me: No one trick or treats anymore cause of the goddamn war on terror.
Him: Fuck the Iraqis, I served for 10 months over there and as far as I'm concerned, they can all go die. The little kids throw rocks at you, and you can't even shoot them.
Then he was talking about how he grew up in Cleghorn and how he just got out of the hospital that day. He was so fucking hilarious, and so creepy at the same time.
Then we went home, everyone was drinking except for me (which I will explain later) and we watched Candyman.
Ok, so I went to this psychotherapist lady today, and it was weird. She's referring me to and AA meeting for teens, a new therapist, and family therapy. A little too much to handle for one day. In the car my mom asked me if I thought I was mentally ill. I was like "Mom, what the fuck do you want me to say to that?" I can't even believe my shrink thinks I'm an alco-fucking-holic. I mean come on! I'm a freaking teenager, of course I'm going to experiment. She's like "You have every risk factor in the book, what with having a family history of alcoholism, your post-traumatic stress, and already finding that it makes you feel better." OH! And yeah, she wants to put me back on an anti-psychotic!!! I AM NOT FUCKING PSYCHOTIC!! God I dont need crazy meds for schizophrenia. God this makes me angry.