I guess I need the meds, I called to refill my clonazepam… I feel sad… no one cares that much… I’m going to have to switch meds soon, to ease other people’s minds.
Every now and then I get a warm feeling of hope right before bed I wanna fall into that before I did, like it feels like warmth and happiness and if I die it won’t be that bad because it’s like heaven in earth.
They’re really trying to ■■■■ me over for not liking my dad who works for them…
I have to give up and live in a hospital where you can’t make friends and family doesn’t have gas to see you ever… it’s not fun man it’s like in a volunteer and at some point recently it became like slavery where like I had to do it at least before I was getting a new trailor so I felt better now it’s like what’s the use of even taking the medicine. I called the navy hospital and all places there’s a wasp in there I swear I know all my outlets have been hacked for years…