When a doctor tells you you're paranoid, but the facts prove that you really are not. This has happened to me more than once.

Once it was about a physical issue, and once not.

I don't know how to deal with all the hurt in my life other than hurting me. It seems the only logical thing, in a crazy world.

Maybe I need more and more meds yuck

disillusioned, hurt and sad

(and sorry for the waste of space)

This doesn't belong here or anywhere so feel free to delete
(still feeling like deleting me)