This started by me contemplating taking a train to Virginia or Massachuesttes or anywhere but here. I’ve locked myself in my room with my laptop and have smoked 7 newport 100’ ciggarettes. Constant music playing followed by the ocasional ring of my cell-phone. Myabee I just want a change or am going crazy from being stagnant or perhaps the argument started something new, re-surfaced old feelings. The prozac in my system is fading away, maybe I am sabotaging myself or perhaps I just don’t care I stopped taking the pills and I will make my own recovery, make sense of things on my own not by a blue pill that is supposed to “fix me”. My brain is so scrambelled right now I can not really focus on anything, it’s like everything/everyone is moving and I am standing still trying to focus on something but I can not seem to. I am going to go pain maybee that will help.
