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the doctor has decided that i am "the perfect candidate" for Depakote. for impulse control. i'm turning into some kind of "can't maintain mental health and brain chemistry, so i must take synthetics to help me function optimally" fiend. and it gets better. i must confess, i have turned bulimic. (ewwwwwy, i know) its been going on for weeks now. and the hydrocholric acid is burning my esophagus. painful yes. i can't help feeling grotesquely overweight. instead of purging, i think i'm going to bust a Gandhi for as long as i can starting tonight.
Cambridge awaits! and the legal age for drinking in England is 18 (this is by no means an indication that i am to indulge). i just can't wait to see the night clubs.
Cambridge awaits! and the legal age for drinking in England is 18 (this is by no means an indication that i am to indulge). i just can't wait to see the night clubs.