5 months ago i came "home". wanting to die. crying. needing mom. needing dad. needing "home". needing prozac.

but not so much anymore. i feel like a recovered mental patient that's still stuck in the padded room. and i'm going crazy all over again. and i know what led to my past condition. and i'm willing to try it all again. i've studied the tapes. and i'm ahead of the game.

and, most importantly, i'm off the prozac.

so i'm going back to school. see you on campus guys.

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