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Nov 11, 2012, 10:56 AM
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Member Since: Sep 2012
Location: the woods
Posts: 19,305
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i'm almost 16 years old and i get sick... a cough, my lymph nodes are swollen, they hurt and i vomit a lot. cannot eat because i vomit. cannot shower because i am so fatigued i can barely move. All i do is listen to my portable CD player, on repeat, the album THE BENDS by the band RADIOHEAD, most depressing album ever, in my opinion. Three months (3) lying in bed, listening to Thom Yorke whine and moan to me about death, it's beady eyes, and street spirits... fading out... sleep...lots of sleep, and being alone. Mom still has to work...a lot... to support us, 2 teen girls, E. ANd I... she is 16 months older, will be 27 now, so soon, from now....
i finally got better and decided... on may 06 2003, i would run away. i talked to my best friend at the time, a boy named M. M. who decided he wanted to run away with me.... we ran and ran in his old bronco with $70...and no direction.. spent the night in louisville KY to visit Dave but he never showed (scared no bet, we found him on the internet)....slept in the childrens hospital parking lot... made it to Chicago the next day with no gas and no money... it's getting dark now and we are lost, a cop pulls us over and then theres the inevitable phone call.... put in a runaways shelter over night and then now i remember that walk down the steps, each step downward my mothers legs growing up towardd her torso and face, that solemn sorrowful sad frown, resting in her folded skin, the tears briefly brushed away....this began my 11 year and ongoing trek thru the UNITED STATES MENTAL HEALTH PSYCHIATRIC SYSTEM....  
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