home

I made it home. Driving 6 and a half hours down I-94 in a 1986 honda civic. This car, is so loud, my ears ring. A homeless man wouldn't drive this car because it would ruin his style. Anyways, I made it home. It's nice to be around family, mainly my mom, but soon others. 2 weeks clean and an appointment thursday to get medicine for bi polar. Despite being hounded by mail telling me i owe this much and that much, i guess i'm doing ok. Still want to die but we'll wait it out and see how things change.