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One time, I was into Glassjaw (I know, I know... it was back in 2000 when I was 14)... and I copied lyrics of theirs into this notebook of mine about gold and red liquids... my mom found the notebook after snooping in my room and she thought I was huffing liquid gold furniture polish... I also said something in the notebook about only having a few things left to do in life before I die (which I've since done most of) and she thought I was saying I was going to do a few things.. then kill myself.
So, she admitted me into BHC, which is "Behavioural Health Care, a sort of detention center/mental institution-type place for people under 18. It was terrible. I was sitting there with people who actually did drugs and tried to kill themselves, and ... well ... yeah. I kinda just sat there for a few days until my mom realized how stupid it was to have me put there. So ,she took me out. Heh.
One thing, though: Man, that place had great food!
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