Done.
Instead of experiencing pride for making the right choice, I experienced a 1-hour panic attack. I was a pathetic site to see. I took a shower to make me feel better and I cried. I can't stand being reminded that I am a loose cannon.
I didn't take them at the usual time and this is what happened...I didn't realize the treatment was so day-to-day. I feel like I did before. Which is to say, someone other than myself. Which is just pure torture and I want to scream and puke and lay on the ground and sleep.

Hahahaha.













I'm totally off my fucking rocker.
I'm totally off my fucking rocker.