- Mood:
Depressed - Listening to: The Birthday Massacre - Lovers End
- Reading: Violin by Anne Rice
- Watching: Nothing.
- Playing: Nothing.
- Eating: Nothing.
- Drinking: Water.
So, I'm rather, I dunno, out of it right now.
I'm angry, yet I'm depressed, and it's all coming out in tears and an argument I'm not controlling in my head. Wow, maybe I need to go back on my Wellbutron XL? Ah ha.
So, the voices are saying that I'm to blame for how I am.
The other is yelling at that one saying it's his fault for not caring; for breaking me. Also, it's saying that had I stood up for myself in the very begining instead of changing for him, I wouldn't be so shattered and dying inside.
Now, while I agree with a few things on the second voice, I also agre with the first. Maybe I should never have quit taking my depression pills and finished off the prescription like the lady at Pathways said to.
Maybe I'm just losing my sanity to the barrior crumbling in my head; my mind. Maybe I was never sane to begin with =/
I think I may just be tired; depressed; not skitzo. Ah ha.
I dunno. I think need to lay down.. hopefully I won't rush to the bathroom to barf again.