Fuck. My. Life.

Greetings old friend, it hath been many a moon sine I posted.

I am still with Erin.
She got arrested on Easter for some bullshit against me, which wasn't supposed to happen.
Now we have court on the 22nd.
I tried to kill myself a little while ago, OD'd on some stuff (bottle of vodka, 60 bucks worth of weed, 6 vicdoin, 2 and a half xanax snorted, and 2 OC's snorted). Then in my angusih of beiung so fucked up I sliced my wrists and arms down deep.
I was kicked out of my house "permanently" 2 weeks ago, because of a huge argument with my parents. I ended up punching out some windows and the glass storm door on the front of my house on my way out and was arrested shortly after, then spent the night handcuffed to a hospital bed (from about 2am to 10am-ish) before I was discharged. They had to "determine if I was a danger to myself or the general public." But my parents let me come back home on a "trial basis" after a week of being gone.
I am ordered by the hospital to get into therapy (they actually set it all up) and my first session is on the 8th. Fucking head shrinkers.

Oh, I also was let go from my clothing store job, now I work at a sub shop at a 4 dollar pay cut, making minimum wage and I cant even afford my cellphone bill. Thank god I don't have a fucking car, I wouldn't be able to afford to drive it. I can;t even get a second job, nobody is hiring.

(Me, Erin and I. She's not that tall, she's standing on top of a rock and I am not)

I am thinking about VLogging or something, it's so much easier than typing, and I am lazy goddamnit.