That Didn't Go Well

I spoke with my mother today. About a lot of stuff.

I told her about what's been going on here. She seemed worried, and offered for me to come live with her for a while. I declined, because I don't approve of her roommates.

She said she wanted me to try the police again. I lied to her and said I'd call them again. I'm not going to bother them anymore. They have more important things to worry about, like stolen cars and other material possessions.

I asked her about the events that were mentioned to me in the first email I received, about when I was young. She confirmed them. Looks like everything he said was all true.

Then I told her about my trip to the shrink. She nearly fainted when I told her I went to a psychiatrist about all this. She did faint when I said I was diagnosed with schizophrenia. When she came to, she told me to get out of her house. I don't know why she was so offended about what had happened, but she said "Get the hell out of here", looked away, and didn't say another word.

I tried calling her today, but she won't answer.

So, this medication they put me on. It's really messing with me. I feel even worse than I did before. I feel depressed. More specifically, I feel alone. I don't even know how to describe it. I feel like my mind's locked up in a big, empty room. I don't know. I feel so helpless right now.

Oh, I also found this note taped to my front door. I'd scan it, but the scanner just stopped working a few days ago, and I really don't feel like getting around to fixing it.

The Whore has a Knife
A Blade which will Reclaim Pride
Become not the Sheath