fine. I was on a world record pace to drinking myself to death last
weekend. Which is when a friend stepped in and made me go back to my
psych. Back on the meds and the psych is calling me everyday to see
how I am and to let me tell him what's up.
First day on new meds. Reverse effect happens of what is planned. I
weep openly in public for over 4 hours because I can't stop.
Lately my life has been shitty. Being extremely lonely to the point
that because I'm so drunk out a bartender takes my phone and calls a
friend to come deal with me instead of just kicking me out.
This post brought to you by wackydeli. And is something new, the trip
with a legit severely depressed individual.
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