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prozac has been treating me well. but my life feels sterile. but the good kind of sterlie where i don't feel suicidal. i wish i could fall asleep as easy as i used too. oh well. now, all i do is watch true hollywood story, chill with my therapist, smoke pot, and reminisce about relationships that have soured.
now, i look at my pill box, full of little pills that are planted in me and growing my old person back, and then i think... what if they're growing a new person? this really gets me thinking. sterile thought.
hm. i'm lonely. i want someone to love.
now, i look at my pill box, full of little pills that are planted in me and growing my old person back, and then i think... what if they're growing a new person? this really gets me thinking. sterile thought.
hm. i'm lonely. i want someone to love.