Matt's (fiance who committed suicide) anniversary went well. I have 17 stitches in my arm and his headstone is missing, wonderful day. I am being watched like a fukcing hawk and cannot breathe now and I don't know how I am going to make it to tomorrow. They want to admit me as inpatient but I guess I have rights now! So im stuck, somewhere between ok and dead. Just thought I'd get that out. Inputs are appreciated.
mu$ik