2002-07-16, 11:32 p.m.
I have decided...something. Er. Everyone will hate me. Think I'm insane. I can't feel better. I know I am close. To being able to function and be normal and happy with just a fucked up life. But I can't do that. I...trashed my anti-depressants. I can't take them anymore. They help. Helping means no more therapist, no more ME. I am depression. If I take anti-depressants, what will be left? Its starting to melt away and I feel like I am dissolving. Disapearing with the chemical inbalance. I can't let that happen.