Yeah, I'd be confused too. I had to go in there to get the phone, haaaa, didn't make that clear, sorry.
I was home alone tonight for most of the night, at least. The old bitch downstairs came up at 6, 8, 9, and 10 she checked on me.

That conversation transpired at about 9:40. When the old woman came up at 10, I guess she thought I was asleep (in my room, lights off, under covers listening to Bob Marley as I cry) and she didn't come back.

My mom went ballistic on me after that though, about...10:10 she calls and I didn't pick up. So she leaves the message,

"Pick up the phone RIGHT NOW, or I'm calling the cops and having them come over there!"
I pick up, "What?!"
"Your brother is coming so unlock the fucking door!"
"Whatever." and I hung up on her again

My brother calls and he's like, "What's goin' on? Mom said you're gonna do somethin' stupid like hurt yourself."

I explain the situation out to him and everything, he's sympathetic, actually. He's somewhat against smoking pot, but he was also one of the people that realized how happy I'd become. So, he asks if there is any way I can get any reefer (his word) tonight because he knows that if I don't get some, I'm probably gonna end up killing myself or something. He is like, well, just try and call some people, if not, go into mom's room and take a Zoloft.

Little did he know that at about.....6:30 I took 8 of them (50 MG). And they worked until about 9 when I was back to be real tired and sluggish.
Then I'm sittin' here listening to Lonesome Town and I get depressed like no fucking other, worse than I ever have been in my life. As I said, I was crying and I started thinking about what Brenda had actually done to me. All that, that's when she called and I said all that to her.

I'm glad I said it though, because at about midnight she called back and was real calm and quiet and asked if I had taken any of the Zoloft, I said "Yeah, about 3." I doubt she counts them, but if she asks why 8 are missing, I'll say I've been taking one a day since Sunday, and they've been merely "getting me through." Not very happy, but not wanting to kill myself. Took 3 tonight so I could actually be happy and smile again.

I don't know.....maybe she might actually lighten up, talk to the prob officer for me.

I can dream......