I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS CRAP. I REALLY CAN'T. IT FEELS AS THOUGH I MIGHT SNAP AT ANY MOMENT NOW. NORA'S OFFERED, AND I'M GOING TO GO HANG OUT WITH HER FOR AWHILE. OTHERWISE, I'LL PROBABLY LOSE MY MIND.
I CAN'T COPE RIGHT NOW. AND I'M SO SICK OF CRYING.
SO CONSIDERING THAT MY HEAD IS STILL POUNDING AND MY ANKLE IS...A REALLY UGLY COLOR RIGHT NOW, I'VE CHECKED MYSELF BACK INTO THE HOSPITAL WITH HELP. I'M HERE:
(AND REALLY, YOU SHOULDN'T. I'M A WORTHLESS SON OF A BITCH.) I'M OBVIOUSLY NOT HERE. I'M NOT AT HOME. I HAVE SOME...CONNECTIONS, AND I MANAGED TO SNEAK OUT OF THE HOSPITAL. I'M STAYING SOMEWHERE AMONG MY OWN KIND. DON'T BOTHER LOOKING FOR ME.