Sitting in the doctors office an hour early...who the fuck knows why. Maybe it's because I woke up so early due to the fucking stress my shit of a life consists of. I'm kinda worried about what the doc will say due to the fact my brilliant psychiatrist self decided to cut my medication in half. I figure my meds just don't work. I can't accept the fact that I will never feel just content with myself. I strive and fight to be content everyday. No negative thoughts no moods up and down no random thoughts of self harm just fucking normal ya know...content. I am fucking 40 years old...seriously this is fucking ridiculous. I'm tired of fighting just to fucking BE. Be alive be content with
Life. Everyone has ups and downs but fuck daily?!?! I can have good days but then the bad comes and suffocates anything good in my life. My biggest struggle and enemy is myself. How can I live if I hate this person.
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