Sunday, May 14, 2017

Diarhyea

My brain is not working. My mind is unable to find a way out of this. I don't want to go back on medication, it feels like failure and I KNOW that's fucking stupid but there you go. My mind is fucking with me. My depression doesn't want me to get better. It fills my head with cotton wool. The air is like wading through porridge. I'm slow and stupid and broken and useless and wrong.

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