Anne...how did you burn your bangs? I think I know, but I want to hear you say it.
Have you looked at this article? Have you compared it to what you were writing about yourself back in March and April? I'm shocked, and I'm saddened. Part of me wants to swoop you up and take you home with me and feed you and take care of you...and the other part wants to smack some sense into you and make you look at yourself in the mirror.. I know that you're depressed, Anne, and I know that getting stoned makes you feel better...but you've got to put down the pot. Seriously.
Everyone has their rock bottom, Anne. I think that you're getting pretty close to yours. I can't help you until you're ready to be helped, and I don't think you'll be ready until you hit bottom. When you do, let me know. I'll do whatever I can to help you.