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okay. so life is...great. and kinda shitty.
i'm mad at myself. i've been a rollercoaster lately and i fucking hate it.
i need to be back on medication for this shit and i wont do it.
partly because i can't really afford it. and partly because i really hate the doctors.
they'll put me back on zoloft and i was worse on that than i was not being on meds at all.
and i dont want to go through the whole diagnosis thing. because no one really believes my diagnosis anyways. except for me and the therapist that agreed with me. but fuck that. i'm not doing it again. i can do this shit myself. fuck. i hate this....
my mom had her bloodwork done. i think we find out Friday for sure. they're already pretty positive it's fibromyalgia. but they're checking for lupous too.
(and no i dont give a shit about my spelling errors)
and if that's not cool enough. there's a good chance i'll end up with it.
sweet. as if i haven't felt like i'm constantly sick since last summer...
and it's going to cost me 1400 dollars to put an engine in my car.
that means less money for me and less time to learn to drive it.
but i will go on my trip this summer one way or another. it's still 3 months off and it's all i've been looking forward to for the past month. i'm tempted to move when i go on vaction and just not come back. i really want to get out of FL and i don't particularly want to come back for a month and work just to leave again. i'd rather just stay up there while i'm already there. that reminds me, i still have to find someone to room with when i move. shit. any volunteers?
okay. i'm done complaining. Poison The Well and HORSE the band Wednesday night at the Social. 10bucks. i'll be there. will you?
i'm mad at myself. i've been a rollercoaster lately and i fucking hate it.
i need to be back on medication for this shit and i wont do it.
partly because i can't really afford it. and partly because i really hate the doctors.
they'll put me back on zoloft and i was worse on that than i was not being on meds at all.
and i dont want to go through the whole diagnosis thing. because no one really believes my diagnosis anyways. except for me and the therapist that agreed with me. but fuck that. i'm not doing it again. i can do this shit myself. fuck. i hate this....
my mom had her bloodwork done. i think we find out Friday for sure. they're already pretty positive it's fibromyalgia. but they're checking for lupous too.
(and no i dont give a shit about my spelling errors)
and if that's not cool enough. there's a good chance i'll end up with it.
sweet. as if i haven't felt like i'm constantly sick since last summer...
and it's going to cost me 1400 dollars to put an engine in my car.
that means less money for me and less time to learn to drive it.
but i will go on my trip this summer one way or another. it's still 3 months off and it's all i've been looking forward to for the past month. i'm tempted to move when i go on vaction and just not come back. i really want to get out of FL and i don't particularly want to come back for a month and work just to leave again. i'd rather just stay up there while i'm already there. that reminds me, i still have to find someone to room with when i move. shit. any volunteers?
okay. i'm done complaining. Poison The Well and HORSE the band Wednesday night at the Social. 10bucks. i'll be there. will you?