July 1st
Dear Diary,
Who would a thought a pill capsule could teeter your chemicals to the correct level. I mean, who actually believes popping in a pill and swallowing it will cure yourself from being an emotional wreck?
What's astonishingly awkward is that I, myself, believe it.
Sure, it'll need time to tweak its way through my system for a few weeks, maybe even months, but for some reason I trusted this small pill filled with 'sugar and spice' to indulge me into actually being happy again like my childhood years.
And for some odd reason, I've been exhausted lately. Could the medication have side-effects? Well, all medications do but I never knew that it would knock me out like a coma. I must of slept at least 15 hours today, or more, and its freakin' out Ma that I'm always in my bedroom most of the day curled up in bed.
Maybe by my next appointment with Dr. Gates, I'll convince him to have a conversation with Ma that it's a normal effect (funny, because I'm not even close to being 'normal').
Your Friend,
Elizabeth "Raven" Jameson
