suicide attempt #15

Today I was talked off the highway overpass by my house by Leslie my therapist. I was so close to being hospitalized today that it's not even funny. The only reason I was allowed my freedom was because I promised her to do these sheets everyday. She wants me calling everyday. I don't want to call her or talk to her. I don't want to do the stupid sheets. In some ways I wish I could be hospitalized because it'd give me two weeks away from everything. It's expensive though. I can't just go for free. It's not a summer camp. I hate this shit. I hate feeling trapt with him. I hate being poor. I hate my family. I hate myself. I hate my body. I need to go get that cheating lying sack of shit from work. I'll be back later.