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Current Music: Incubus - I Wish You Were Here
For those of you, who are to lazy to read my old journal - ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) brunette_m0ment , to see what has happened in my life I guess I will fill you in...
January 2004 - March 2004
Okay, back in August 2003, my dad got walking namonia (i know I spelled that wrong, shut the fuck up) He got very weak, and he would fall asleep all the time, sometimes he would fall, because he couldn't walk right, and I was the one who took care of him, I could hear him cry at night at 3AM because he was in so much pain. Going to the hospital almost every other week, so he could get the fluid surronding his heart tapped( he looked 9 Monthis Pregnant) it go so stressfull...so much stress caused me to cut. My dad passed away March 10, 2004, in the hospital, he went in there to try getting a little bit better, passed away 12:15 AM, heart failure
March 2004 - May 2004
My mom and me lived happily, I stopped cutting and my grades picked up a bit, and then in May, my mom desides to get a boyfriend, Bob, a family friend of 3 years, my mom is 40, bob was 20 when they start dating.
July 2004
I go to visit my Aunt Betsy in Las Vegas, for 11 days. Bob also moves in over the summer, they start sleeping together in my dads room.
August 2004
My birthday & I start highschool
Late September, Early October - December
I start becomming depressed again, I get put on 10MG of Paxil for depression which makes me aneroxic. I start cutting more, then I used to, I start carving things on my legs:
Fuck The World
Life + Pain
Binky
Right Before Christmas
I start seeing a psychologist, after I cut really deep, and go to the hospital because I told my guidance what is going on.
Early January 2005
I tell my psychologist, that I tried commiting suicide, or at least i was going to, but I stopped myself before I cut too deep, I also said I was thinking about taking pills. I go to the Hospital Emergency Room, then I am transported to Brooke Glen Behavioral Hospital, to the Childrens Unit, I stay there from, Jan 5 - Jan 10.
NOW
I sit here, in tears, earlyer my mom got into an argument with me, and I made a lil cut on my leg, 1st cut since I got out of the hospital.
Pictures
These are some of the only pictures I have of my dad, kind of crappy because I took pictures of the pictures with my digital camera.
My only wish, is that all of you could have gotten to know my dad. He was full of great ideas, and wonderful stories, I will never forget. I would give up anything in the world, just to sit and talk, hug, and just look at him, for five minutes. If I could have one wish, I would wish to bring him back, healthy. I know I have been tramatized for life, especially when my mom said some really rude things:
YOUR FATHER IS DEAD! LEARN TO DEAL WITH IT! THIS IS MY ROOM NOW!!
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM BEFORE I FLUSH YOUR FATHERS ASHES DOWN THE TOILETTE!!!
I hate my mother, and I always will, but no matter what, no one can take away my love for my dad.
R.I.P
Danny R. Yatsko
June 28 1952 - March 10 2004
"See Told Ya I Was Sick" | 
irritated
Hell Child
restless
okay
ecstatic
confused
cold
sick
