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Stolen from djtifaheart:

The Love Meme. Boost my ego, darn it. XD

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So my mom's bipolar right? She's stopping taking this medicine because it's got... "interesting" side-effects. (Just went through a long talk on that. One of them being "epileptic seizures" or something of the like, only she's conscious, whatever that means. And recently, she's asked me to call Dad 'cause she was being all shaky and such and the side-effects are kicking in. I pick up the phone and suddenly, she's making odd noises and shouts and such and starts screaming as I hurry and talk to Dad, and then she picks my brother's backpack and starts swinging it. I get the dogs outside and I just... run. The back door was pretty much unmovable, so I climbed out. Just ran the heck away from my house. Which makes me feel bad, knowing I probably should've stayed back at home, 'cause my brother was still there and... I was scared my Mom was gonna pick up something and hurt us. Though I know she won't do that and... just the way she was swinging that backpack.

Wandered as far as the road. Not like that's uncommon or anything. Though I wandered inside a house that was still being built, but got freaked out when the wind creaked the door thinking there was a stalker or murderer or rapist or gangster somehow living there in secret, and bolted the heck outta there, not that it has to do with anything. Basically kept an eye out on Dad and waited for him then ran back.

So he basically got Mom to her room, tried to help her, says she's fine now... says she's gonna see a doctor and such. And now, I'm here. Nothing much to say, except thank god I'm alive and no one's hurt and... sounding pathetic. Stopping now.