We’re home now, and I had my hydroxizine. It has been a life saver. Mom made me a sandwich, real yummy ingredients. She is so caring. Dad is on the sofa watching a Bond movie. Eh.

I think, out of all of this, maybe I just am low on love.

I hate when people tell me No, don’t do that. Don’t do what you want to do.

And they tell me, in my brain, psychically.

And they’re more powerful than me.

And if I try to explain this to my psychiatrist she won’t understand what I mean. Or it will get lost in translation. Or I will forget because the appointment will be in the morning when I’m not psychotic.

Fuck all this.

I just want the meds to fucking work. I think they don’t.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

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