Friday
3/29/24
Mom,
I got your letter today. Thanks for writing. I can’t believe I’m in here again either. I told everyone around me what to look for and what to do if I started acting bizarre, not eating and sleeping, etc. and one of them did what I asked them to do, which was to call CRISIS and get me to a psych hospital. They always call the police instead, and this happens.
I heard Paul called you and the police. We aren’t speaking anymore, after 30 years of being friends. I just cannot believe that people think that the police are the answer to mental health crises.
They’re not.
I heard they tased me this time. One of these times they’re just going to shoot me and get it overwith. I, of course, don’t remember any of it.
Anyway, thanks for the money. I think I’m staying here for the duration, because they’ve already given me programs to do. The only thing I’ve gotten from the parole board is that they’re detaining me pending the disposition of my charges.
My lawyer is JT again, although I’m waiting for his number to be approved on my phone list, so I haven’t talked to him yet. That’s really all the news I have about my case. I have no idea what they’re going to do with the charges.
I’m glad the boys are doing well. I hope they’re feeling better. I’m glad they went to the dance and had fun.
Stryder messaged me on the kiosk and told me me I need to give my life to Christ.
That’s helpful.
I guess you told Elizabeth and Elizabeth told Stryder that I am in prison again. Glad I can be entertainment for you all.
Thanks for the wishes to the Universe.
Maybe someday people around me will stop making wishes for me and actually help me instead.
–Justine
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