Thoughts fall out before the head explodes!
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
"I'm not in love. But I'm gonna F@#@ You, until something better comes along." --Marilyn Manson
Since the doctor prescribed Cymbalta does that mean I'm depressed?
I paid someone how much to tell me I suffer from depression?
And what the hell is anxiety disorder any-fricking-way? I think I'm going to rip the doctor's head off and shit in the stump.
Maybe if I'm lucky I won't grow tits with Cymbalta like I did with the last anti-depressant I took.
God, if you're listening, I'm giving my genetics back man. They're defective! Way defective. Call 9-11, I've been robbed. No fair Holy Dude. I'm not talking to you anymore.
Or at least not until you give me back my peace.
And my fucking ideas.
-posted by Nobius 10:37 PM #
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