I don’t know, I mean, in the vein of (great word) making my sentences longer for better entertainment, maybe I can do this.
Writing in here is so pointless, it breaks my heart. I am now angry, I should be careful. I say mean things when I’m angry. I shouldn’t, so I should calm my anger, or at least be aware of it.
I wonder if my psychiatrist can prescribe me a low dose of depakote for my moodiness. It worked really well even for my psychosis last time, and mood was good too. But the dose was too high so it hurt my liver. That’s why I’m saying a small dose this time.
I want to meet friends (on here), I really do.
My mom. My mom. I don’t know what to say. Sigh.
And just, all of this, makes me so sad. I am so sad. Why.
Why the hardness. I sense such hardness in this place. There is nothing soft about it, no love. This blog is cold.
Why. It’s not me. It’s not me. I can tell.
What is going on?