Effexor
So anyhow.
Why the lack of update? Effexxor man. It makes me... numb. My head feels very cloudy, and stuffed up. And I feel fluttery and jittery- like my skin doesn't fit and I am very jumpy inside. twitchy at best.
I missed my therapy appointment on friday to because of it, I totaly wrote it down, but I had no one to take me and it was less then 24 hours to tell them I couldn't make it, so now its a 50 dollar no-show fee. Joy. So that 100 for mom, 50 for therapy and 15 for crack. Intervention, I think so.
Anyhow.
So his name is Travis, and I went to high school with him. I even tried asking him to my senior prom via note book paper (circle yes or no) sort of silly shit, passed it in chemistry class at the end of a test- but he never responded so I took it as a resounding no. Such goobers we were. Confessional truths of repressed crushes coming forth about that long sort of deal that you only see in bad chick-flicks.
I'm comfortible with it, and he with me. He himself half swung like I. And it amuses us both greatly.
On another note.
I'm sturggling to make good greads because I'm so fucked up... job, worry, stress, parents.
It's like I'm 16 with 25 year old problems.
I hate it.
Got. to. do. something.
"What do you want to do for the rest of your life?"
"I don't know. I have no dream, no goals, no desire to do anything."
Why the lack of update? Effexxor man. It makes me... numb. My head feels very cloudy, and stuffed up. And I feel fluttery and jittery- like my skin doesn't fit and I am very jumpy inside. twitchy at best.
I missed my therapy appointment on friday to because of it, I totaly wrote it down, but I had no one to take me and it was less then 24 hours to tell them I couldn't make it, so now its a 50 dollar no-show fee. Joy. So that 100 for mom, 50 for therapy and 15 for crack. Intervention, I think so.
Anyhow.
So his name is Travis, and I went to high school with him. I even tried asking him to my senior prom via note book paper (circle yes or no) sort of silly shit, passed it in chemistry class at the end of a test- but he never responded so I took it as a resounding no. Such goobers we were. Confessional truths of repressed crushes coming forth about that long sort of deal that you only see in bad chick-flicks.
I'm comfortible with it, and he with me. He himself half swung like I. And it amuses us both greatly.
On another note.
I'm sturggling to make good greads because I'm so fucked up... job, worry, stress, parents.
It's like I'm 16 with 25 year old problems.
I hate it.
Got. to. do. something.
"What do you want to do for the rest of your life?"
"I don't know. I have no dream, no goals, no desire to do anything."