Pill-popper. That’s all I really am, all that I was really meant to be. I’m supposed to take pills every day; white ones, blue ones, pills that bring me up, pills that slow me down. I take 10 mg of an anti-depressant, even though I’m manic depressive and a self-mutilator (how I hate that word, mutilate. It sounds worse than it is), and 60 mg of an ( Read more... )