Okay I’m going back to be admitted again. Things are a bit too hard right now and my mom is insisting that I go. I told her I’d only go if she let me dye my hair first. I don’t want to look like one of the homeless psychotics that shuffle around in socks. (There are some of them I really care for, but I’m trying to maintain some sort of normalcy when I’m there.) On the plus side, I won’t have to sleep on a cot and I’ll be eating way better than I do at home.