Last night was...different. Family was still gone and I was paranoid, scared. [murderers, robbers, etc] I was walking around the house with a knife in case someone did try. Looking back now it was...kind of stupid. And last night I had soup, several pieces of bread with peanut butter, as well has half a thing of new oreos. I got into the liquor cabinet, found vodkas and rums. I knew my dad had a drawerfull of pills. I don't even think I had a specific reason; I'm not as bad as I used to be in... read more
