good mood :) it was a good day

here again.
dad came home yesterday. he and mom picked me up from school during 4th period.
we went to front royal to get dad's Prozac prescription filled, and he cried pretty much the whole time. which is completely understandable, i mean i would have been more concerned if he hadnt been crying or talking non stop like he was.
so last night me mitchell leeroy corbin and dad sat in mitchells room talking and having a good time untillike 2 in the morning when i had to go to sleep for school in 4 hours.
so skip ahead to 4th period today when i read a poem i had written about him coming home.
ms. gallo passed out the new issues of Teen Ink, i sit right next to her btw, she recommended a story on page 30...we ended up having a whole long discussion of our lives.
it was actually rather therapuetic.
so now im home, i made microwave cookies.
they turned out to be like one huge cookie on the plate. dont taste too bad though.
so now ima go either make food or just sit here and keep talkign to leeroy about harry potter.
peace

yo

haven't had a new post for a while.
ima skip all the bullshit and just go to what happened today.
came home.
made soemthing to eat.
git in the shower.
answered an IM from leeroy i got while in said shower
tried to call up to dad to see if he could give leeroy a ride here
got mitchell to jump over the board dad had put up at the bottom of the steps to keep the animals out to talk to him and see if he could pick leeroy up
talked to jes

heard mitchell yelling at dad
went upstairs to investigate
found dad foaming at the mouth and barely conscious
held him up while mitchell interrogated him about what drugs he had taken
saw the suicide note he had written on his t.v. screen
held him up while he puked
sat in my room while the cops were here
watched my father who had obviously over dosed get wheeled out of our house in this chair he was strapped into and actually made eye contact with him but he wasnt aware of his surroundings and couldnt talk for anything but a mumble
found dad's car crashed into a stump with the keys locked inside to keep us form saving him
me leroy mitchell mom ginger and roger all went to fauquier hospital where he asked how my day was.
sat outside by the truck for the rest of the night writing poetry and having a sing a long to keep my mind off of it with mitchell nd leeroy
went in to see him right bfore we left and he seemed a little more coherent.
saw that he had written DNR (do not resucitate) on his palm
came home and wrote this.

there are more details but it's really hard to write everything.
i just hope that none of you ever have to go through what i am.
it's dreadful.