Ploys

I wonder if my mom left a freaking POCKET KNIFE in my room on purpose. Needless to say there's a new gash in my arm. Hospitalization doesn't work, meds don't work, and I'm terrified of the world to the point of crying. I'm just so depressed that I forgot how to live. I really hope TAP comes through. I'm back at home now. "Home." I feel like a stranger here. Had to take 2 klonopin tonight to ward off the impending panic attack. Gonna try to sleep now.