surprised, aren't you?
Well, my mom committed to a mental hospital last week
I spent 4 days in the psych ward
sometimes all the excitment in my life is really just overwhelming
note the sarcasm here
I'm still as cynical as ever
and well
I'm on anti-psychotics now
They make me feel ridiculously good
I'm off all "bad drugs"
I'm actually going to faggot ass therapy
because I love sitting in a small group of people
talking about how we're all so anxious
so some idiot will prescribe us fucking xanax or ativan
the good shit
They make me really cranky in the morning
but it's ok because he bribes me with my favorite song and hot chocolate
and we've been through a lot
and we are silly crazy in love
maybe that's what it all takes
adversity
not perfection
I like my relationships bloody.