fucking hell, why i am so fucked up in the head. i’m incurable.
sometimes i just don’t find very many striking reasons to live
i’m so sick and miserable. someone come hold me and let me cry against your t-shirt. i’m just looking for affection but affection really isn’t what’s best for me right now.
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the pills have numbed me to the point where i can’t even finish the familiar sentence of, “i want to kill myself.” this is not a positive change.
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i start celexa tomorrow. i’m anxious to see what kind of side effects will crop up within the next week. this is my first anti-depressant and i’ve been struggling with this shit for four years. it’s necessary and i want to make a positive change in my life, but at what cost?
can anyone accurately describe the side effects they experienced when starting celexa?
i want to go back to a therapist but we can’t afford it
maybe when i get a job i can pay for my own therapist
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i have exactly one week to make sure this new years eve isn’t total shit like the past 16 new years eves have been.
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i am the abnormal other half, the cube
being forced by
child’s hands into the circular hole,
i am the mutt shot out in the woods because i
am no good.
they wheel me around in my
iron lung, assuming i am
happy.
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someday soon i hope i can get a boyfriend and put all my friends on the back burner too. then they’ll know how it feels.
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i am extremely depressed and i need help.
