In my last blog, i said how horrible my mother was.
Because i thought she didnt care that i was suicidal.
But i take back everything i said.
2 hours after i originally told her,
We talked.
She told me she loves me.
And not to think of that as a soultion.
And that we would get me help.
Cause you know what.
I need help.
My life is in a down hill slope.
Will it become more hopefull?
Will my life go up hill?
Only time will tell.
Today i spent the day driving around town,
Loading boxes.
Unloading boxes.
And going out to eat.
I spent the day going to 2 resturants.
Going to church.
Thinking.
The whole day i thought about everything under the sun.
My god-father let me drive his car.
I had one of my good days.
Tommorow should be a good day also.
I am going to go to this thing called,
Speak Out.
Its a program in our city,
Like a support group for depressed teens.
And as pathetic as it sounds,
Im excited about going.
Its a place where i can talk.
Mabe it will go well,
We can hope.
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