Yup, most likely I'll be going to juvi tomorrow or wednesday.
I'm probably gonna be charged with 4 things:
1- Fleeing
2- Resisting arrest
3- Not obeying a police officer
4- Attempt to escape custody
Monday, April 29, 2013
Destroyeed
NO
NOT ANOTHER DAY
I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE
I'M BEING SUFFOCATED
I'M BEING RIPPED APART
I'M BEING DESTROYED
NOT ANOTHER DAY
I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE
I'M BEING SUFFOCATED
I'M BEING RIPPED APART
I'M BEING DESTROYED
~AngelCutter
Cutting...
Not a lot of people can understand why I cut. Sometimes I don't even understand why. I just do it for the blood. I do it for the pain. I do it for the scars, the constant reminder of the pain that I've gone through. No matter what other people tell me, I will never stop. Yet they keep trying to help me. Don't they know that some people just cant be helped?
~AngelCutter
Hospitalized yet again
Well I was sent back to the mental hospital again for a whole month this time. They almost put me into a long-term residential hospital place 'cause I wasn't getting better this time and the fact that it was my third time going there. But my dad told them that he wasn't gonna let them lock me up in no long-term place. It almost got to the point where DHHR was gonna go to the courts to take custody over me and force me to go to this residential place. But they didn't thankfully. When I found out that DHHR was trying to take me away I stopped acting out and whatnot and pretended that I was doing better to get out of there. And as long as they think that I'm doing better, they have no reason to take me away.
The reason why they put me into the hospital this time is because I freaked out majorly at school. I was in the guidance office and crying my eyes out so bad and freaking out. I was banging my head off the wall, punching things, and screaming at the counselors. They kept trying to talk to me and calm me down but it felt like the more they tried to talk to me, the more they were pushing me. I told them that I needed just a little bit of time alone but they wouldn't let me be alone no matter what. So eventually I just cracked. I took out my razor and sliced up my arm right in front of them and they freaked out. One of them wrestled the razor out of my grip then said something about calling 911 on me again. I was pissed. As soon as I got a chance I got up and ran out of the school and down the street. They ended up putting the school in a lock down, probably afraid that I was gonna hurt someone else. After about 5 minutes of running down the street, the assistant principle and one of the counselors pulled up next to me in a car. The assistant principle got out and then was following me about 10 feet behind. I told him that he better stay the fuck away from me and kept walking. He promised that he would and that he was just gonna walk with me. By this time blood was just pouring out of my arm and dripping onto the street. A minute or two later of walking and ignoring the assistant principle and counselor, I heard a few foot steps and before I could turn around, the assistant principle had me by the arms and threw me on the ground away from the street. I struggled and screamed for him to let me go but he had me pinned down. Pretty soon after that the cops and ambulance came and I tried to run again when they let me go. But then the police slammed me on the ground again and put my face in the mud while putting force onto a pressure point in my neck and held me like that until I was completely calm and handcuffed me. They then strapped me to a gurney and gave me a shot that was supposed to help me calm down. When we got to the ER they handcuffed me to the bed 'cause they knew that I was gonna try to run again as soon as I got the chance to. My dad came latter and they said that they were gonna send me back to the mental hospital but I kept freaking out and yanking on the handcuffs to try and get free so they decided to have me sedated. They gave me 3 more shots of sedation medicine and I was out like a light. Next thing I know, I woke up in a bed in the mental hospital, looked around and said 'damn it' then went right back to sleep. I ended up sleeping the whole next day away 'cause of how much they sedated me.
The reason why they put me into the hospital this time is because I freaked out majorly at school. I was in the guidance office and crying my eyes out so bad and freaking out. I was banging my head off the wall, punching things, and screaming at the counselors. They kept trying to talk to me and calm me down but it felt like the more they tried to talk to me, the more they were pushing me. I told them that I needed just a little bit of time alone but they wouldn't let me be alone no matter what. So eventually I just cracked. I took out my razor and sliced up my arm right in front of them and they freaked out. One of them wrestled the razor out of my grip then said something about calling 911 on me again. I was pissed. As soon as I got a chance I got up and ran out of the school and down the street. They ended up putting the school in a lock down, probably afraid that I was gonna hurt someone else. After about 5 minutes of running down the street, the assistant principle and one of the counselors pulled up next to me in a car. The assistant principle got out and then was following me about 10 feet behind. I told him that he better stay the fuck away from me and kept walking. He promised that he would and that he was just gonna walk with me. By this time blood was just pouring out of my arm and dripping onto the street. A minute or two later of walking and ignoring the assistant principle and counselor, I heard a few foot steps and before I could turn around, the assistant principle had me by the arms and threw me on the ground away from the street. I struggled and screamed for him to let me go but he had me pinned down. Pretty soon after that the cops and ambulance came and I tried to run again when they let me go. But then the police slammed me on the ground again and put my face in the mud while putting force onto a pressure point in my neck and held me like that until I was completely calm and handcuffed me. They then strapped me to a gurney and gave me a shot that was supposed to help me calm down. When we got to the ER they handcuffed me to the bed 'cause they knew that I was gonna try to run again as soon as I got the chance to. My dad came latter and they said that they were gonna send me back to the mental hospital but I kept freaking out and yanking on the handcuffs to try and get free so they decided to have me sedated. They gave me 3 more shots of sedation medicine and I was out like a light. Next thing I know, I woke up in a bed in the mental hospital, looked around and said 'damn it' then went right back to sleep. I ended up sleeping the whole next day away 'cause of how much they sedated me.
~AngelCutter
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