Hmmm… I stand humming in front of the medicine cabinet in my bathroom staring at the wild arrays of pills that are all supposed to make me “better.” I select one that I know I haven’t take today.
Take twice a day, may cause dizziness
Oopsies, my bad. That’s probably why I keep twitching. I pop a couple, dizzy sounds fun. I wash them down with the half empty can of Coke on the counter and stare at myself in the mirror.

My hair is in a disheveled pony tail, my make-up’s smeared, and the bags under my eyes are darker than ever. I’m every shrink’s dream come true. ADD , depression, and the occasional hallucination. They give me enough pills to kill a small animal. It’s quite fun…

I grab my Coke and my Concerta and bounce down the stairs. When all you have going for you on a Friday night is reruns of That 70’s Show and a can of Coke, you know your life is at it’s worst.

Just thinking about how sad this all is kind of makes me wish I took my Zoloft this morning.