Friday, June 4

We're all in a bad mood, therefore the communal thought is: "what a dumbass. let's kill him."

(My doctor went insane or something and apparently can't remember ever seeing me or treating me in any way, therefore it's unethical for him to refill my prescription for Zoloft. It's not like I spent a month in the hospital pretty much under his care or anything. It's also not like my friends call him every five seconds trying to get him to convince me that I need to go back in the hospital. But no, he doesn't remember me, so it's week two with no happy pills.)


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