well I am fucked and not in a good way.
I saw the psych and the upped and diddled my meds.
the owner came by and asked if I would move into another room.
NO!
and I had to apologise, for my yelling phone calls.
I wasn't yelling it was my unhappy voice. my yelling is like the pits of hell being released.
I did sleep last night. I was losing weight, and having better liver functions, but sanity comes over physical health.
it is my choice to stay. until I decide to leave or they get sick of me and make me leave.
What did I did wrong?
oh that's right I am the crazy one.
if I was doing drugs, beating people up or setting fires. I would be fine.
did I mention I had to apologise??
About Me
- Adorabibble
- too cold, Alaska, United States
- now as to the love I have been getting from my followers that comment, thanks! I am having my rough times, I am pissed, I have every right to be. if I don't get this out safely I will hurt myself. I always do. so this is the place that I have to vent. my choice. it will be rough to read, it is hell to feel it. this is not a happy shiny place any more. read if you want but the disclaimer reads like this: ugly and putrid, welcome to the shit that sits in my head and is killing me slowly. it will not be fun, it might be funny. it will be raw and like an open sore that you are picking at even though you know better. this is the shit that I torture myself with, that leaves me with no hair and open wounds on my body, cause I can't stop tearing at my self. None is actively abusing me but me. there are assholes, and if you give it you will get it in spades, good or bad. you have been warned.
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