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Saturday, October 10
This is your usual vent tbh. But I'm writing and posting this to get the weight off my chest.
Ever since August 20, my life has been going down hill.
On Aug 20 I was hand cuffed and taken to a mental hospital for 4 days. While there I learned that my phone has been seized by the police. Because I didn't give them my password they handed that shi happily to the FBI.
Now why was I sent to the hospital? Even after 5 months I couldn't on from my ex, thus I was losing my mind and now I have scars riddled all over my upper body. So when the school found out they called my mother. When I got home my mom already knew, I cried in her arms. My mom then told my grandmother about it and she called my therapist, then the therapy office sent officers to my house.
weeks go by and its a back and forth with the school bothering my and officers arriving. During that time I was trying to heal from being heart broken by my first and last girlfriend. So all that together didn't help.
I broke silenced and told my school social worker I was doing SH. my counselor came in and asked if it wanted to go to the mental hospital again. Yeah, this was gonna be my second time, and the first didn't help at all.
So I said no, and by doing that I just gave myself a TDO (Temporary Detention Order) which is where they temporarily detain someone in crisis.
They lured me into an empty room and a I turn around and see a deputy at the door and behind him is my counselor.
In my head I know its fuckin wraps bro. My counselor closes the door leaving just me and the deputy, so I get put in handcuffs and searched. They find my found and take it. A few more police officers come in and take my phone.
All this because of a girl. Funny how she never had to suffer anything even after showing me affection for 7 months and dumping me knowing too that I had attachment issues because my father left me before I was even born my mom stomped me on my stomach when I was 6.
Fucking bitch played me like a fiddle.
If someone says tales I can show you paperwork they gave me.
