tried to make me go to rehab... yes, yes, yes.

I'm now officially known by some as "Amy". Oh joy.

I got out a few weeks ago, you guys. Don't think I finally busted free.
Actually, I was such a good little boy that I got out after 3 days! Hoorah!

Honestly= it grew to be fun.
Having a camera over your bed grew to be enjoyable. I forgot what I looked like because there were no mirrors; I would've been helpless with those hospital dome things on the corners, y'know?? My hair has to look fierce... The sessions with the tons of doctors weren't so bad. Even the schedules were nice.

All in all, it really helped me dig into my issues.
And I feel like, now more than ever, I can communicate better.
No. My problems aren't over. I've just been trying to deal with them differently.

I loved it, though. Really.

Now, my life consists of watching Sailor Moon & reading Harry Potter #6.
Wow.

& I still love you guys.
My lack of LJing bothers me.
I think I'll read through my friend pages; let you guys know what's up. :P
& I'll update this shit more.

Don't give up on meh. D:

MUCH love; andrew