all fucked up, dont know what to do
sometimes i scare myself.
in geometry i found myself compulsivly writing *i didnt relize i was doing it*
Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft
Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft
Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft
Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Suicide Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft
Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft
and that went on for awhile...i mean...3/4 of the page.
then i went on scrawling things like
Kill Me Slowly to Feel My Pain
I Saw The Light And Wasnt Impressed
You'll Forget Me When Im Gone
but the most disturbing...I Just Want To Cut
then this really strange poem thing that was going on "am i something you could love? am i an image you can cling to? Do you think you could love me if i tried? If i dawned a new face would i be beautiful? If i dawned a new dress would i be pretty to you? A long time ago you claimed your love. have i changed so much since then? Have i changed so much you cant find the will to look at me, to love me? am i something you can love?*
i scare myself sometimes.
beyond that, today has been pretty fucked up. ive been so...swingy. happy-sad-happy-brooding-sad-melancholy-grey-black-chipper-brooding-demented-depressed
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?
god i hope the zoloft actually works for me. after about two weeks my levels are supposed to even out and i should be ok. its been three days that ive been on my magic green pill. next week it turns blue when my dosage is uped from 25mg to 50mg. then i could go as high as 300mg. then again, i may be beyond medication. but as long as im on this shit...no smoking. no drinking. fuck. i want a fucking cigarette! whatever...i quit recently.
in geometry i found myself compulsivly writing *i didnt relize i was doing it*
Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft
Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft
Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft
Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Suicide Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft
Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft Zoloft
and that went on for awhile...i mean...3/4 of the page.
then i went on scrawling things like
Kill Me Slowly to Feel My Pain
I Saw The Light And Wasnt Impressed
You'll Forget Me When Im Gone
but the most disturbing...I Just Want To Cut
then this really strange poem thing that was going on "am i something you could love? am i an image you can cling to? Do you think you could love me if i tried? If i dawned a new face would i be beautiful? If i dawned a new dress would i be pretty to you? A long time ago you claimed your love. have i changed so much since then? Have i changed so much you cant find the will to look at me, to love me? am i something you can love?*
i scare myself sometimes.
beyond that, today has been pretty fucked up. ive been so...swingy. happy-sad-happy-brooding-sad-melancholy-grey-black-chipper-brooding-demented-depressed
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?
god i hope the zoloft actually works for me. after about two weeks my levels are supposed to even out and i should be ok. its been three days that ive been on my magic green pill. next week it turns blue when my dosage is uped from 25mg to 50mg. then i could go as high as 300mg. then again, i may be beyond medication. but as long as im on this shit...no smoking. no drinking. fuck. i want a fucking cigarette! whatever...i quit recently.