This coma kiss is infinite, and I may take your tongue if you stay.
Epilim (depakote), avanza (remeron), xanax, rivotril (klonopin), stilnox (ambien).
I feel flat. Flat like a pancake, flat like a cartoon character. The med cocktail makes me tired, so tired, all the time, tired to the bone, like having the flu. I can't go out - I'm effectively housebound because I can't do anything but sleep constantly. I feel like I am getting smaller every day which would be quite a feat given the amount of sugar I am putting into my body on a daily basis. I feel so far removed from everything. I'm aware of my emotions - anger, mostly, white hot like a flame in my stomach, and desperate loneliness that makes my heart beat like a drum - but I don't feel attached to them, I feel like they are happening to somebody else. I cry a lot. I drift away. I can't see the horizon from here.
I wonder if it's possible to get so sad you just disappear.
I feel flat. Flat like a pancake, flat like a cartoon character. The med cocktail makes me tired, so tired, all the time, tired to the bone, like having the flu. I can't go out - I'm effectively housebound because I can't do anything but sleep constantly. I feel like I am getting smaller every day which would be quite a feat given the amount of sugar I am putting into my body on a daily basis. I feel so far removed from everything. I'm aware of my emotions - anger, mostly, white hot like a flame in my stomach, and desperate loneliness that makes my heart beat like a drum - but I don't feel attached to them, I feel like they are happening to somebody else. I cry a lot. I drift away. I can't see the horizon from here.
I wonder if it's possible to get so sad you just disappear.