Soooo I was in this boujie Psych hospital for a week and let me tell you…. it doesn’t fucking matter. 50 percent of the staff actually help and then the other half don’t give a fuck.
The fucking ER played me during my mania: Sure, I wanted to get committed but in Zville (30 mins) not an hour and a half away!??
I was manic and just wanted to spend the night at the hospital THERE. but they wanted me OUT.
So they had me call people and at the time no one picked up. It was like 2am in the morning by that time.
My grandma was confused and thought I was in Zville.
Scott blew me off and started his boo hoo depression shit. He’s BLOCKED
My calls SUSPICIOUSLY didn’t go thru to my parents lmao
but since I wasnt thinking straight/manic i thought that I hallucinated my mom’s voice on the phone.
THEY LIED. And lied about EVERYTHING. “Sorry you cant stay here. no beds.”
“you can’t go to _ because no beds”
“But You said I could go home? why am i being pink slipped?”
“Because you accepted.”
They also fucking lost my shoes. The ambulance people/the fuck wads at the ER.
im done and home and im hypomanic but on the right meds!!
George Floyd. asphyxiated until he died in Minneapolis, he beg and said that he couldn’t breath. a cop had his knee on his neck. he died. the cop has been fired. no prosecuted. not charge with first degree murder.
Regis Korchinski-Paquet. pushed off her own balcony in Toronto. she died at the scene.
Tony McDade. trans man murdered in Tallahassee. the very few news that reported his murder misgender him.
Scream their names. Remember their name. Remember why they died. Remember the anger and the pain. Black Lives Matter. They have ways matter and always will. Silence is violence. Staying silent is not an option. Sign the petitions, text, send mails, donate to their memorial.
My TV show pitch
Me, the rambunctious daughter who cracks wise and smokes pot: *entering the house to applause* Gnarly sesh, what’s up boners?
My mum: *looking at me disapprovingly* woah there cowboy, why are your eyes so red?
Me: I’ve been smoking the whacky tabaccy mum. Got a serious case of the munchies so could you whip up some of your famous double stuffed cheesy quesadillas? You know your cooking is the bees knees.
My mum: *resigned sigh* Oh That scoundrel! Smoking the devils lettuce again.
Dad: *looking up from his newspaper* Thats our daughter for you.
The live studio audience: *Looses their minds. Goes absolutely apeshit and starts cheering. I have to pause to take a bow. The woman playing my mum looks at me proudly as if I were her real child and for a moment I feel something akin to real familial love.*
Feeling gr8. 🙌