There's nothing like waking up in a pool of urine to the sound of your mother screaming, asking What The Fuck Is Up? and having a strange man answere, "You had an epileptic seizure. You're brain is scrambled, you can't even remember how old you are or what street you live on." And he was right. I barely knew my name. And the EMT's just kept yelling at me trying to make me admit I'd overdosed on coke or something. I wish, at least that would have been fun for a little while.

I'm not allowed to drive for the next six months. I can't move into my apartment. And I can't hang out with any of my friends at home because my sister was counting on me not being around her and her friends during the school year. Apparently she can't be free when I'm around. So I fucking hate life right now. Plus, the side effects of my anti-seizure medications are nausea, dizziness, double vision, and clumsiness.