Lucas took me away to Knoxville for the night and I stayed at the Lakehouse to cool down for the night
I broke down too hard and I broke the mirror in the guest bedroom where I slept before during my getaway there.
Sinners and Chops came in and I started screaming, crying, I kept trying to punch Chops really ******** hard, but Sinclair held me back. She was quite terrified.
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About an hour or so after, I was forced to take my medications and sleep off for a bit.
Chops really wanted to check me into a mental clinic but I begged not to.
I don't want anymore medical assistance, psych. assistance, nothing.
I don't want anyone shoving down the fact that I'm getting highly unstable to be at ease in homes.
I get it. I ******** get it.
I just want it all to go away.
Last night, the nightmare came more quicker... and more visually detailed.
I did have to go to a small hospital clinic to clean away the cuts on my hands from the broken glass... which still right now really stings.
When I came out to the waiting room, I caught sight of Chops crying to Sinners about me. That I wasn't alright.
"She keeps thinking people will abandon her... Someone has to cut it straight for her that we're here for her."
I walked out of the clinic and back to the house before the two even caught up to me.
I kept checking my phone for any calls...
Nothing.
Lucas brought me home and said he'll call me when he gets back...
Hopefully he forgets.
I just.... feel really tired, sore, emotionally disruptive..
Chills keep coming down my spine.
I took some more dosages of Lithium to calm me down.
Psych. texted me earlier asking where I was, but I didn't answer.
Mother didn't even ask where I went and I hid the bandages from her...
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Go away....
Get away....
please...
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Semi-hiatus... I'm checking s**t in and out really...
And hoping he's on, but hoping he doesn't ask about my whereabouts.
I don't want to devastate him or anything... Unless he really wanted to know.