i keep going to bed, and thinking that the next day i will wake up and things will be better, and i will feel better, and i will do better and be better and be ok. it keeps not happening.
it is not an amazing sensation when you begin to realize that your antidepressants, they aren't working. i don't feel amazing. i try to hide under my little shell of cynical humor and sarcasm, and that isn't working anymore either.
none of it is working anymore.
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things will get better, though, morgan. i'm sorry to hear things are not really very ok, but you're one tough chickie and the docs will figure it out. wise little orphan girl say, sun will come out tomorrow. bet your bottom.
bet your bottom? what the hell kind of an orphanage was that?
maybe some wine with me will help? we can drown our sorrows together... :)
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