from february to march
since it seems to be the "post about your mental illness" day, here it goes. i've made an appointment with my doctor to talk about upping my dose. i'm worried for a couple reasons. the root of my problem lies in being broken hearted, not in medication and unfortunately there is no pill for that illness. two, i am concerned that a stronger medication will make me a shell of a person. then again not much of my original programming is in good working order.
an apology to those of you have listened, who have called (even when i refused to answer), who have stopped by to see that i was still breathing. it was never anyone's job to be my keeper but you offered the time graciously. it's such a bad place i'm in, friends. all my rooms are dark and dangerous. walk lightly. my heart is so tender.
this time last year i was so happy. where is she? WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE? she died.
an apology to those of you have listened, who have called (even when i refused to answer), who have stopped by to see that i was still breathing. it was never anyone's job to be my keeper but you offered the time graciously. it's such a bad place i'm in, friends. all my rooms are dark and dangerous. walk lightly. my heart is so tender.
this time last year i was so happy. where is she? WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE? she died.