Monday, March 10, 2014

The voices in my head are trying to KILL ME







See. This is the hard part. Because it's not that everyone wants me to go. It's that I want to go. But that would be selfish. Trust me, I understand the irony. I don't need Prozac or a doctor or a therapist. I need to feel alive again. How the hell are MEDS going to make that happen?




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