I stopped taking my meds, which really isn't great, but I feel fine without them. Well maybe not fine, but I don't feel too different.
When I first started taking them it was fine, and if be fine, but now they don't really seem to help.
I'm not living, I'm existing. Like sure, I'll laugh and shit, make it seem okay. But it's not. I'm not really in the moment. But then some days I am. Some days I'm really happy, and it's great, cause my laugh actually have meaning behind them, and I'm not just doing it.
And then there's other days when I'm just really sad, and tired, and don't wanna leave my bed, but I have to leave my bed, because I can't not be happy. That's me. Gabby is happy, she can't be sad.
And there's those other days were I'm not sad, I'm not happy, but missed. Everything is stupid and has no relevance, and fuck that person because they ran into me and didn't day sorry, or because they interuppted me.
