The Real Me
Been awhile hasn't it. Hate everyone but the pills help. I'm on lamotragine now because aparantlyi have eupd, did, and ptsd lol. It's a sad reality. There's some peace in knowing there's something wtong with me.
So I've gotten martied
I'm act a step mum wtf? I hate it.
I might get divorced because at heart I am a party cunt girl.
I say that while I lay here like a crack addict
I don't think I'm happy, I don't want to admit it, I just want to pretend I'm OK, but I'm not, I never feel like I'm good enough, thisarrjsnfe is goinv to shit. What should I do?