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Fuck.
Last night I almost had a panic attack because I had no idea what the fuck was wrong with me.
This morning I wake up and assumed I had massive heartburn, so I took some meds and went to the doctors at 7am for a talk. They're perscribing me to this concentration medicine that also works as an anti-depressant. Zoloft does that, but this one's different, called Strattera. And I start taking them tomorrow. Spent all day watching talk shows and trying to write this stupid ass six paragraph essay on similarities between Patrick Henry and Thomas Jefferson.
I hung out with Julia tonight. Again, the thoughts are still there. I shouldn't think once about it, but it keeps coming back to me. She's unintentionally doing this to me. There's nothing to stop it, only time cures the most outcomes.
And I have the same heartburn pain.
GAH.
I was messing around in photoshop, and I came up with some average graphics.
.make the fucking pain go away.
-amir-