This is how the story goes. My sister and I went over the phone records again and we found a number that he has spoken with for up to 4 hours at a time. So, my sister called the number and pretended like it was the wrong number; it was a woman, of course. This and the fact that last night he texted me to tell me he was crashing at a friend's house because he was too tired to drive home pretty much seals his fate.
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
Tori Amos ~ Crucify
Dx: Schizoaffective Disorder
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