I want out.
Not doing too well today, I probably should go running or something. Every morning I wake up terribly depressed, and by the end Im fine. My anti-depressants dont give me diarrhea anymore so thats a plus.
That guy Stephen I told you about, the old guy? He told me not to use the words terrible, horrible, or awful unless for special occasions, to keep them sacred. Terrible is for the holocaust, horrible is for the men bleeding to death in Iraq, awful is Rwanda. I know it puts it in perspective,
I dont know. Im so easily changed. I got fucked up last Sunday, not drunk, just fucked up. My mind. And ever since I want to blame it on the anti-depressants, maybe theyre making me dead half the day? Or on the old guy Stephen, maybe Im not new age. Maybe Im not atheist. Maybe we dont mix well. Or on myself, for being so, I want to believe everything apparently. And I do.
I dont know what it is to be a Christian.
Im lost in myself.