Today I woke up a week of hell. Of days and nights, too, embedded in the bed.
No I could not get up. I could not.
even yesterday and ate.
I will change the medication. Again, this is not new.
It's funny. Do not know what I have but I tried the whole pharmacopoeia.
Why, it's more expensive, "go to the root of the problem? Or get up to the ass of antipsychotics, antidepressants, mood stabilizers or benzos?
Time passes and everything revolves around, everything changes, people change and evolve and I'm still stuck
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Madness and me.
I and madness.
Sometimes I think that that percentage of disability give me what I should take for clarity, to endure.
On hold.
On stand, and stand there and stick a gash in his veins.
time I'm filthy rich, I'm idle, I'm lazy?
I am ... ... I am very tocapelotas
,
I have a thought too critical of things,
and the truth is that I wonder too much and usually get no response.
may seem that I have a huge ego but that is chicken,
road, walking floor, head bowed, hands in pockets,
but bah!
In that cocoon, you are given! 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
is difficult to remain sane when all you are treated as a pig "00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
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