I really do have a good life. I have a family who supports me, loving friends, a roof over my house, the whole shebang. There shouldn't be anything that is making me feel this way. Then again, it can be a hormone imbalance right? I'm no scientist or pharmaoiegkdxgnwhateverpersonwhodealswithdrugs or anything, but that's what those pills are for right? That's what they did right? They made my hormone levels all happy and even or something? I guess I should know what I put in my mouth before I swallow. Haha, I made a blowjob joke. Anyways, I called in and tell them I need another refill. I do not want to become totally reliable on the stuff though. Can you just imagine a twenty-seven year old me sitting on the side of some street begging for money like a crackhead? Just instead of crack, it's Trazadone.
So why am I letting this thing this...this sickness control me? It controls almost everything I do. From what I eat and the lack there of, to telling someone my true feelings, it has a say. And it's a strong say.
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