For the love of…something. I haven’t worked in 3 years and I haven’t studied a real course for around 10 years I think. Now, I want to go to University, as I didn’t take the opportunity to do it the first time in my younger years. I spent most of my time drunk, drugged up, or something else that relates to laziness and innocent corruption of my youth. I didn’t care, but getting older, I do care.
It’s a bit late in the day to have these thoughts. I’ve fucked up my life, through various means, in addition to having it...
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I was awoken several times today. They have to check on you but they’re bad at being quiet about it. Last night’s drug was the antipsychotic which was a vicious experience. It was than my experience with Paroxatine.
While I was in bed, I felt tired throughout my body. Turning out the lights, I shut my eyes. I don’t know how much time passed before I woke up gripping mu skull in panic. My body felt possessed, rejecting the drug. I was terrified, angry, confused. Inside of my head, the only thing occupying the space where my brain resides were violent,...
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I don’t know what time I slept, but I heard noises that stirred my eyes awake. Breakfast time, so it must have been 8am. What really woke me up was last nights vile taste spreading across my senses like an unwelcome family member everyone despises.
Last nights medication has fucked up my taste buds. Whether inhaling through my nostrils or beginning the action of moving my tongue, the entire scene creates and explosive disinfectant taste and smell to all my senses. Imagine drinking water that smells like bleach; when you taste, your tongue reeks in disgust.
You take a deep breath ,...
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