I feel like asssssss on a stick.
I feel semi-good, but then I remember I just got kicked out of Food Studies (I ONLY MISSED 3 CLASSES. Ok, that's a lie, I missed five. It was my own fault, but still, its a hard habit to break. Sucking, that is.
Not that kind of sucking).
Anyways. YES. I feel semi-better, and its probably because of all this crazy extra serotonin in my system. I know what it feels like now, its an unnatural happiness, a chemically enforced happiness. Its not real, and its not fair that its not real.
Oh Christ, the extra 15 miligrams of that shite is making me write absolutely incoherently. Or at least very, very poorly. I can't tell which was worse, craving death, or not being able to act as myself.
Its truly sad that a personality, the essence of one's being, is all in the chemicals.