got my meds. it feels like a kind of security, a guarantee i won't slip into the depths of despair or anxiety or envy or all of those dreadful things.


ugh night class...kill me now. i need a snack first. 


then maybe working out...jersey shore. reading. lots of it kinda...fuck. then make a damn bucket list. hmmm i have one up on here somewhere i believe.


I LOVE BEING BACK TO MY NORMAL SELF AND EVERYONE ELSE IS VERY RELIEVED AND DELIGHTED AS WELL I THINK.


it passed quicker than i thought.


it was a living hell, but i did it. and i feel so much stronger from it. and i came out of it with such a positive attitude and so much more willpower.




PS this poem is THE SHIT.


i just need a few more paragraphs.