Lately I've seen the VERY worst in people. Various friends have helped me through all of this....and now....to tell the WHOLE story...

It began back in September 2008, I wound up in the hospital at Saint Cloud for depression. They put me on a few meds, and so far I've agreed with what they have done. I went back to Waseca, although the hospital threw out there the fact that I would be moving back to Waseca. I adamantly refused, so they left me in Waseca for the time being. I went back to Waseca and things were fine for a month or so.

I'm not ready to discuss the reasoning for my behavior from this point on (still working through a few personal issues ), but if you must know, call me sometime and we can talk about it.

Then, in November, I was hospitalized again, but this time I was put into Generose in Rochester. They had a very good program, and it was through them that I met lotsa good people. They then forced me to move to Owatonna, which I hated.

I was in Owatonna for maybe 3 weeks, and I went to school a fantastic 3 days. It wasn't working with my mom, so I managed to convince Police to let me move in with friends for a while (Daniel, Austin, and David....I am deeply indebted to you....Thanks for your help)...I was with them for maybe a week, and I wound up in a hospital (New Ulm).

That stay in the hospital didn't really do anything, and after that I found myself at Isanti Boys Ranch. It was hell there, but I managed to piss off the staff pretty well. It turned out that I could use the staff at school to turn all the students against the staff ...Most of the time, however, I wound up shoveling snow back and fourth for 2 weeks.

After that, I wound up back in Waseca with my Dad for a while. Things didn't work due to mental illnesses on my part (LOL OCD ADHD Depression ODD Narcissism). So I wound up at a placement in....er....I don't even remember. Some place in the cities.

This was the hardest part of my journey. They didn't give me any of my medications, so I spun into a deep deep depression. I began cutting myself...It seemed to help the pain...I'm not sure why. The other kids were all there because they were abusive toward their parents, while I placed myself there.

When the police picked me up, I was under the impression that I was going back to Waseca. BUT nobody bothered to tell me that I was being put in a foster home. Sue Geary. I was put with her a long time ago...when I was 11 or so....but there was a problem here.

She was a heavily-religious republican. I was the total opposite. She hated people that were different from her. She hated all gays, so I was very out of place there. I wasn't supposed to have access to the Internet while I was there. Turns out I had bought a laptop that government money had bought for me about a month ago, so I cleared it with sue and (behind my social worker's back) used it to access the Internet via my Cell phone (which I also snuck in...LOL Dialup).

They put me into a retard school, called ACTIONS School. I haven't learned a thing during my time there (except manipulation of authority...which I tricked them into believing all I had was depression...LOL Narcissism). All the kids there have committed crimes of various calibers, from drugs to weapons crime (makes my 5th Degree Assault look like shit ) It made me begin to wonder what was horribly wrong with my situation...I don't need to be placed in some retard school....All I needed was to be left alone.

After a while, I started the transition back to my Mom's house (still not working)...Just barely fighting to survive...and dealing with a new mental illness (LOL Bipolar)

At least at this point I am able to visit my friends semi-regularly. So I occasionally come and visit people I know in Waseca...That's the only time I'm happy anymore is with my friends. They seem to be the only sane ones...

These past few months have shown me the epic failures that are the Government of the United States of America. They will buy me a laptop, but they won't buy my mom food when we run all out of money. My social worker decided I'm better with my family (drugs, fraud, etc...) than with my dad (who I realize now...was a good influence).

I am sick and tired of the way this government works. I am going to devote my life to changing our horribly corrupt government.

I may have many mental illnesses, but I am more self aware then even the most normal person. The narcissism helps me to disconnect from others when needed, while the depression helps me empathize with others, although lately I haven't had to use those traits lately. I consider my mental illnesses to help me sometimes, and I take the word "weird" as a compliment )

Because of what I've experienced, I have a unique perspective. I like to help people. So if you ever need someone to help you or talk to you, come to me (call me at 5075731371 or MSN me anytime )

By the way, Thanks for reading this.