I just ordered over $300 worth of summer clothes,

Praise my mother. 

I was having a completely horrible day, and I acted on an impulse. I took 30 Ibuprofen, and thought nothing of it. But my boyfriend refused to let me do nothing about it, so I eventually told my mom and she rushed me to the hospital. I felt fine, but I later learned taking that many Ibuprofen can be pretty fatal. When I got to the ER, they did a bunch of tests, and finally got me hooked up to an IV after four tries. I have bruises on my arms from it now. Anyway, I spent all night talking to counselors and nurses and doctors. And at 1:30 in the morning, they moved me from the ER to the Child Psych Ward, where I wasn’t allowed to have most of my things I had with me (cell phone, shoes, jewelry). Then, I went to sleep on a very uncomfortable bed and woke up to a kid screaming. I literally slept all day, because I was so exhausted. Once my parents came, I just wanted to go home, but that was against the doctors orders. So, after talking to yet another doctor, my parents had to sign a bunch of papers to finally get me out of there. (There was no way I wanted to stay there for a fucking week.) I’ll have to start taking anti-depressants soon though.

So yeah that’s vaguely what happened. And I never want to go back there again, so I’ve got a lot of work to do to get better.

After spending the night in the ER and waking up in the Children’s Psych Ward, I am more than happy to be home and alive. 

I just wish everything could go back to the way it was a few months ago (sigh).