It's 1:30 am. I'm sitting in someplace called Netcare access, the suicide hotline in columbus gave me the number. I've been trying for quite some time to get help from someone. Anyone actually. I've called Joshua, who has decided tonight of all nights to call me names (like stupid fat cunt, and whale whore) and to tell he doesn't give a fuck about my problems. I'm stuck in columbus unti/ morning, whenever the banks open. I need to cash a check, I need to go home. But this netcare place is part of my immediate need, which is I do NOT wanns have to sleep in my car. Continued in next post....