sooo
the last week has just pretty much been..too much. i remember a few weeks ago when i was like "yeah,i wish i could be off of my medication to see who the real me is.." i take it back. ive been off my mediccation, and i know who i am. I've known who i am, but for so long have chosen to beleive that that me was just a passing period of my life, a phase. and its not. i'm still the same girl from 7th/8th grade that feels so much..fucking -despair- that she doesnt want to drag herself out of bed/shower/leave the house.Listens to music that reflects those saim feelings. the same one that gets so angry she likes to throw things, break things, use things, including herself. It's lame, i know. but its who i am.
I guess i haven't really changed much..
but my friendly little white and green capsules supress that part of me...
and honestly, im pretty sure that's for the best.
im done denying my problems, and telling people im on medication to make other people happy because thats not the case.
call me a prozac princess but i really truly love/depend on/need my meds and thats that.
I guess i haven't really changed much..
but my friendly little white and green capsules supress that part of me...
and honestly, im pretty sure that's for the best.
im done denying my problems, and telling people im on medication to make other people happy because thats not the case.
call me a prozac princess but i really truly love/depend on/need my meds and thats that.