Fuck Anxiety.

Me, in accordance with duty now. Super anxious, but medicated. (All hail the gods of pharmacology and approval their blessings. I have taken the sacrament of Ativan and it is dexterous.)

Beloved says this is pretty clearly a associated episode day. I’ve been in some place between wanting to curl up in a sphere somewhere and cry and wanting to harlequin a wall, throw things, and shrill cry in rage. I hate my brain fit now.

Due to the reason that the unsalable article is supposed to act as a time-released unhappiness reliever, when crushed or injected oxycodone causes every intense high that involves feelings of euphoria.

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