well where do I begin I guess what why the hell I was in there.........point blank I was shaking and couldn't breathe and the only thing on my mind was a razor, a hand full of pills, a knife, a rope, my blood shed, or a bottle of hard liquor and so my mom saw how much I was shaking and how much I couldn't breathe or even think or talk straight......... she said Brittany I’m taking you to the ER you need mental help and I don't want to lose you...... (it was at 10:47 pm )(we signed in and waited and waited I was crying hysterically )........ then they called me back my mom had to walk with me or I would’ve left or just fell over ........the doctor ask me about my past ( I told him) ........ he showed me a razor, a pill bottle and a rope and asked me do any of these look app. and I told him yes....... ( if I was still at home I wouldn’t be writing this right now)......so then he called the physc and I’m like oh my god they want me in a insane asylum again.......so then they asked what was wrong I told them and they said ok Brittany’s shouldn't go to school tomorrow....... and we're gonna monitor her because we wanna makes sure she’s not gonna fall off the deep end....... and so we left and (5:13 am).........    SO YEAH ....................................................................................................... so now where's my pills.....and my razor.......