Well today i've recieved my first box of anti-depressents. Citalopram. The doctor says they top up those happy chemicals, im needing ^_^ Yay. Well not quite.
I've never liked the idea of anti-depressents, happiness in a pill, it just seems to easy. Its like when you have back pain, and the doctor just gives you pain killers, thats not getting rid of the pain, its only masking it. The same way this pill is going to make me feel like im happy, when im not. My 'citowhatever' levels are down for a reason, because something is making me unhappy. Getting to the root of this problem is my cure, not a stupid pill. But hey, im too tired to fight, too tired to argue. If it works then so be it, ill give into society.
They Win. I Lose.
And something totally off topic, my mum comes in my room to do something, and she askes me 'Did you use my suitcase?' And i say 'yeah, oh and i broke the handle,' so she goes 'how?' and im like 'i dunno when i was going from the airport to his house' and shes like 'how?' and im like 'i dunno i dont rememeber' and then shes all ready to go crazy on me. GET OVER IT. Its broken, no matter how i broke it, its still going to be broken! Why does she need to know why it broke, to ease her fucking mind? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!
Goodnight Everyone. x
I've never liked the idea of anti-depressents, happiness in a pill, it just seems to easy. Its like when you have back pain, and the doctor just gives you pain killers, thats not getting rid of the pain, its only masking it. The same way this pill is going to make me feel like im happy, when im not. My 'citowhatever' levels are down for a reason, because something is making me unhappy. Getting to the root of this problem is my cure, not a stupid pill. But hey, im too tired to fight, too tired to argue. If it works then so be it, ill give into society.
They Win. I Lose.
And something totally off topic, my mum comes in my room to do something, and she askes me 'Did you use my suitcase?' And i say 'yeah, oh and i broke the handle,' so she goes 'how?' and im like 'i dunno when i was going from the airport to his house' and shes like 'how?' and im like 'i dunno i dont rememeber' and then shes all ready to go crazy on me. GET OVER IT. Its broken, no matter how i broke it, its still going to be broken! Why does she need to know why it broke, to ease her fucking mind? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!
Goodnight Everyone. x