Sorry for not writing...I've been back in the hospital.  I'm suppose to be there right now but I left on pass....thing is I'm suppose to stay on the hospital grounds and I'm suppose to be back to my room like 20 minutes ago.  *shrugs*  I just needed to get outta there.  They aren't doing anything helpful...in fact they say no meds will help me.  So it's all kind of pointless.  I don't know why I even bother to try.  I get discharged tomorrow.  That's if I even go back tonight.  Though I left stuff there so I probably will. Saturday night/Sunday morning I had the police called on me because I was cutting and overdosing on Tylenol.  I almost needed more stictches but got away with a bunch of steri-strips stuck over the cuts.  Anyway, not gonna write anymore now. I'm just sick of everything and wondering what the fucken point in even trying is.  Apparently there is no hope for me....and yet I'm stuck on this planet, in this body, that won't let me die.