Four fucking minutes
*smooches*
Thanks. That was too cool.
Well, I have been officially "diagnosed" with things that you only find in the DSM. Nothing new there, don't you think? And about time, too.
And I'm trying some stuff to get better. Not drugs yet, but I may even be closer to Paxil than I think. But that would make me gain weight, so I hope they decide on Prozac or something fashionable. What I basically got from all the mumbo-jumbo and doctor jargon is that I'm overwhelmed with all the shit going on and I can barely deal because most of the shit is out of my reach and on the hands of others. I was so freaking out that I scored 39 in a 0-43 Depression Quiz. Fuck.
That's it in a nutshell. Now I have four minutes to change my world. Because I don't know if I can or should dwell on the idea that I alone can save it. We all know that is way beyond our reach, right? Om Namah Shivaya. And my moods change every four minutes so I will try to keep it on the good side. Because you can't keep a good bitch down. Can you?
Cheers!
Fluoxetina + rivotril o Hierba de San Juan + Marihuana, ahí enfrentas la ciencia con la tradición... personalmente prefiero la ciencia y la amé mucho cuando era ciencia ilegal. Pero desde aquí, en mi corazón, sólo los mejores deseos para te repongas de lo que se que te esté pasando.
ReplyDeleteAbrazos.