By me? I don't have enough energy to give to tearing someone to shreds, really. I couldn't careless at this point. I'm having dinner then I'm getting a ride to St Mary's. I'm going into the psych ward. I figured it was the safest place for me after I caught myself writing a S letter. Ha. At least my T is the mental health evaluater tnight we can have a nice chat about why I'm so pathetic.