I wish I had something to do. I wish I could read. My psychiatrist prescribed me propranolol for anxiety though it’s not anxiety, it’s akathisia, so it shouldn’t work, in regard. So he’s stupid. I told him I can’t stop moving around and he thinks it’s anxiety or something. Stupid psychiatrist. But it might work.

No friends to talk to. All alone. No fun in my life. I wish I could read. Reading feels great. Being in another world is so amazing.