For anyone who cares, I was gone for about 3 days.
On Monday, I was feeling really sad, and that mixed with everything else made me feel suicidal, so I took a shower and cut a lot, and then I knew I was going to do something so I was convinced to tell my mom, and then I did. She sent me to the hospital, in the emergancy room.
I got 51/50'd and I went back to the psych ward. I stayed there for a few days, and the doctor put me on 50mg of Zoloft, and I'm going to get it increased today.
But while I was gone, my sister told my mom about me smoking weed and she showed my mom my blog on DailyStrength and it was really personal, and now I can't go to my dad's house for a while.
And my mom called the principal at school to get my friends in trouble, and I feel like complete s**t for it. I would rather just myself get into trouble because my friends didn't deserve any of it.
The principal also told my mom about what happened last Friday, and it turns out that the kid got into trouble and I feel really bad for it because it's my fault it happened.
I'm scared that my friends won't talk to me anymore, and that I'll get beat up if I go back. I don't want to go back.
I want to drop out and get my GED and go to a community college for a while and try to leave this place.
I don't know why I feel calm about it all, it might be the Zoloft, though it's probably too soon to tell.
I regret everything ever happening.