February 15th, 2012

2013, cyd, new

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he wants me to consider going off meds and just going to therapy. he says i was better when he met me and i wasn't on meds. but i remember that i would coast along okay and then flip out and lose my shit, usually in public. but the meds i'm on aren't working and i'm tired of being a guinea pig. going from med to med. god only knows what it's all doing to my insides. i don't know. i think the move will snap me out of it. i've built a shell around myself and god help whoever gets too close. i just want to be left alone. when i get my own room, and no longer live in the living room, i will have the alone place i need.