I survived. Not sure if its a good or bad thing. The casino rent-a-cop called the real cops on me and they came and got me down and shipped me off in an EMT because i told them about my self harm from earlier in the day. So they patched me up on the way to the emergency room.... Which i escaped from and ended up being forced to go back to by my concerned parents who "just wanted to physically see me and make sure i was okay" and the lovely police that threatened to arrest them for obstructing justice or some bullsh*t. When i got back to the ER they had me restrained and gave me hospital gowns to wear, and pants too thankfully.... All so i wouldn't run again. The next day they took me to a psych ward where i only stayed for 11 days, my treatment took a turn for the better thankfully. And now i sit here typing to you fine people and listening to my MUSIC!!!!! I missed music. Living isnt all so bad i guess.