Maybe I Should Try Venting to This!
Alright, I'm pissed again, but this time I think I know why. I didn't take the medicine on Sunday because of the different schedule (seeing the Prestige et al) and I think my body is still trying to get used to it again and can't stand being off of it for long. I just wish the stupid thing with the Vicodin hadn't happened, because I started crying in CORE and then just cut myself again. It seems when I do that I feel some sort of relief, it's strange. Like cutting makes me normal. So until the stress disappears I suppose I shall be doing that. Either that or more Xanax. Which would mean I would sleep for about four more hours a day probably. And I can't afford that at this point in time. I honestly can't.
So anyway, Sunday seems to have been a dream looking back on it. The movie was fantastic, and though I only went to see it for David Bowie, I came away from it with such a thrill. It was wonderful. Of course that good feeling only lasted for about five hours or so, and then I had to crash. I wish I just would have stayed crashed. Alas, that's impossible. Instead I had to slog through English and CORE, and tomorrow I have to go to Shakespeare to get my drop form signed so I can go down to 12 credit hours :(. I'm going to be at school forever it seems. Oh well. I just hope the meds start kicking in soon, because I'm not sure how much longer I can handle this. The mood swings, the anger, everything.
Ciao.
So anyway, Sunday seems to have been a dream looking back on it. The movie was fantastic, and though I only went to see it for David Bowie, I came away from it with such a thrill. It was wonderful. Of course that good feeling only lasted for about five hours or so, and then I had to crash. I wish I just would have stayed crashed. Alas, that's impossible. Instead I had to slog through English and CORE, and tomorrow I have to go to Shakespeare to get my drop form signed so I can go down to 12 credit hours :(. I'm going to be at school forever it seems. Oh well. I just hope the meds start kicking in soon, because I'm not sure how much longer I can handle this. The mood swings, the anger, everything.
Ciao.