things were just pretty generic.
I almost had a restraining order put against me.
i broke my hymen and pretty much lost all of my self respect but gained it back by denouncing my dependancy towards people and affection. I thought we shared the same views on the world, but he just liked young tang.

for a while it was the "guess what disease it is today" game. and the anxiety attacks came back.

my parents took me to elko, nv on business with them. and i threw snowballs at everyone.

we moved into the best house in the world. I replaced about 75% of my limbs with scars. and became submerged in drawing, because i desperatley needed something that was real, and that i could actually believe in something to identify myself with other than my past. It worked.