Blaaaahhhhh.
I just had a revelation.
DRUGS ARE BAD.
No, not those kind, I already knew that..
The kind you're told to take.
By doctors I mean..
THEY DON'T WORK!
(hehe I'm typing this like a poem)
I was talking to Julia and realized something.
The drugs I'm supposed to take do me NO good.
I'm bi-polar and have anxiety disorder.
But I’m still depressed and nervous.
UGH.
Also, the drugs I’m on keep changing because they don’t work.
Every freaking time they’ve changed I end up in the hospital.
First I was allergic to one of them.
Next I decided to stop sleeping for a week and a half.
Next I decided to stop eating for about a week.
Next I accidentally took to many because the stupid bottle confused me!!
Next I purposely took to many,
than freaked out and tried to make myself throw up,
but I used a spoon and it cut the back of my throat open and I had to get stitches.
Next I thought it would be a good idea to yell at the guys that beat me up all last year.
They hit my over the head with a bottle and I need more stitches..
The most resent time was the only time I didn’t go to the ER.
That’s ‘cause every time I moved Mason told me to go lay back down.
I WASN’T ALLOWED TO LEAVE MY ROOM FOR 2 DAYS!
Ahaha I guess that means he’s very protective of me.
From myself…?
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