another day
I woke up at 2 am ,stom full of knots,and having chills. probably because the doc forgot to fill my fn pills. prescribe me this and I feel pretty good in all, till you fuck me up again and I hit the stage of withdraw Mental health is a real disease it never goes away, your up and down 20 times within one single day. I wish they had a cure for it ,but it don't exist, if it did then how the hell would they pay the pharmacist. I like this one it's blue and small and makes me feel at ease, but the fact of the matter it's just fake, it's only just a tease . Everybody sick of me because they cant understand , I didn't ask to be this way ,I'm who I am. Another day of this shit in my fn life, I'm 47 now,they'll never get it right. To all you out there who feels the same,I know how you feel.and it isn't a game.
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