Listening to Placebo and hoping I fall asleep…oh…there’s the train going by…like 5km away.
I need to live in a cave.
Actually, that would probably be too loud.
I don’t know where this is going.
Man, that train is loud. I wonder if it knows about daylight savings.
hopefully getting my meds changed tomorrow, finally. (it’s been about 2 months since my last appointment, and nothing has gotten better.)
How do people get weekly, COVERED treatment? I’m lucky if I have an appointment 6-8 weeks after. And last time, I was there for a whopping 20 minutes.
Yeah, that makes me feel miles better. 20 fucking minutes of someone telling me I need a boyfriend and to lose weight. Yep. FUCKING GLORIOUS.