I want to smash my face in. I’m absolutely useless. I keep going to write ‘proper’ posts here (I still have two about therapy to catch up with, plus others), but I manage to throw 50 words onto the page, realise they’re all bollocks, get distracted and then mentally scream, “fuck it,” and abandon the [...]
So. After the misery of January and the earlier part of this month, I had thought that things were beginning to find more of an even keel. That perhaps the Quetiapine / Venlafaxine ( / psychotherapy?) combination might be starting to yield some results. My motivation is still shockingly low, but my mood is higher [...]
Apparently I wrote this epic gem of a post on Thursday, post-C. It reminds me of a diatribe that A wrote to his friend W whilst in the early, very bleak years of his long university career: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck it all, My fucking life. Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck it all, My [...]
Rant - Advice for a Spoilt Brat Appreciated
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