I wouldn’t give any back,I’ve become accustomed to the monstrosity I am and am becoming.
Nonchalant Morose Rose
As Maroon Petals
Martyr Turn Black
The Skin Itself
From Seroquel XR + Tegretol + Wilbutrin XL to going cold turkey . This suffering is a result of my psychiatrists incompetence. The constant migraine, nausea, exhaustion and restlessness is fucking torture. Ironically I’m not even fucking cured.
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Darling, these words,my words are all that I am therefore unless I say otherwise take my every word as it is, because if it were otherwise I would have made it clear or wouldn’t have said anything to begin with. Just know this, I am nothing if not my words.
- A Writer
- PostModern Borderline
Weird,Mysterious or not at all.
-Wrote Prick In My 3rd Grade Essay-
Played GTA Vice City in 3rd Grade, I had gotten it for Christmas,first day of 3rd Grade we had to write what we did during the holidays and wrote about GTA and in the last line I quoted the chef from the game, word for word, where he call Tommy(from the game) a prick, one of the funniest essays I ever wrote.
My fear of dying before everyone who loves me, leaving them to suffer the possibility of dying alone.
I was having dinner with him today, he didn’t eat much,but that was no surprise. The difference today was in his eyes. Usually he has that cold stare that gives away nothing like frosty windows on a cold day.
His eyes had no tears but they oozed with pain.
Who ever has come across my blog,twitter or facebook, ex-fellow psychiatric clinic friends, psychiatrists and psychologist, “family” and “friends” .