I just can't seem to shake these blues.
I have times of happiness, no doubt, but... I still get down. I don't like it. I'm trying to regulate my zoloft-taking, because I am a big dumb head who constantly forgets to take it, and if I don't take it the results are VERY BAD!!!
I should be happy!!!
I have a BUNCH of alcohol in my fridge. Three bottles of wine (albeit one is small), a bottle of Raz, Raspberry schnapps, and then a six pack of smirnoff triple black and amaretto, but the last two things aren't mine, I'm holding them for someone. But i did purchase them!! It's the most alcohol I've had at once. It's like, fifty dollars worth lol. And that should make me cheery, or at least, it used to make me cheery.
I'm probably gonna develop a problem and become a fucking alcoholic again. Hah. That would be just peachy.
But you know, I don't have any other escape.
I don't even want to wake up in the morning. Christ! I don't even want to wake up in the afternoons. I don't cry all the time, just off and on. I get sad over lots of stuff.
I feel like I'm going to puke. It's that rising in my throat... You know, everything that's going on... It's just going to swallow me whole. I'm sinking. I seriously feel like I'm drowning. You know, every time I get depressed, like, for a period of time, it seems so much more different than before. I'm always changing.
At least I'm not suicidal this time... Just down. Really down. And lonely.
I have to do some homework, or else I would nap the hour and a half before my friend and I start getting drunk.
I think I might need some serious help.