Havn't done one of these in a bit.
On Friday night my Mom showed up in the middle of one of her mental things. She looked really skinny, which always happens when she gets like this. She had thrown out her purse (including money and phone) and most of her clothes and was staying at a homeless shelter where she used to work. She was afraid to stay at her roommates' place, for various delusional reasons. I don't really want to get into the stuff she saying. She also left her job again, of course. My Dad and I committed her on Saturday. He had told me when I moved out a year ago that I should cut her out of my life entirely, and I didn't think I could. Not saying that I will now, I don't know. Dad's always said that she's going to be a crazy bag lady someday, and it looks like once they turn her out of the hospital that's exactly what she'll be.
I'm just going to cut this short. It's making me remember all the entries like this I used to make. I'll post art soon, or something. It makes me wonder why I am even posting something like this when I have said nothing of consequence on my journal in so long, or why one would do this at all when you can just post lists of your favorite things. I shall ponder this in the shower.
I'm just going to cut this short. It's making me remember all the entries like this I used to make. I'll post art soon, or something. It makes me wonder why I am even posting something like this when I have said nothing of consequence on my journal in so long, or why one would do this at all when you can just post lists of your favorite things. I shall ponder this in the shower.