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Guess I lied.
I just dumped them in some nasty garbage to make sure I wouldn't go back and get them. I was too fearful of flushing them because I don't want to give anyone else SJS.
I realized something last night, the more research I do, the more therapy I do, the more I talk about myself.... the worse I get. I plan to step away from it all, everything mental health related except what I have learned about coping and I am going to make this work with no mind altering substances, I don't care how hard it gets.
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‘Cause when I’m dead and I’m gone / Just burn me up to the sun
I got a couple more years here / I want nothing but you, dear
Yeah, when I stare at the ceiling / Five o’clock in the morning
I got one thing that’s on my mind / Got so much to do before we die, if I survive
So live it up, live it real good / As you should
We both know, we could be gone tomorrow
So tell me what keeps you up at night / Keeps you from closing your eyes, Keeps you alive
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