Yea some idiot pdoc put me on a phetamine last year. I ended up manic, addicted, and lost my job so quit those. Then I played around with another script a few months ago and abused them right away and once the high wore off I would be too depressed to even shower or get out of bed. So yea I don't mind once in awhile but I don't think I'll be asking for a script ever again.

So I'm drinking now after balling my eyes out because I can't pay a certain bill. My bf told me to take my klonopin but yea, I've been eating those too so now I have to ration myself. And I read that alcohol and benzos work on the same brain receptors so helI, I went and bought beer to save my anxiety meds. Or maybe I'm making excuses? Probably.

It's only 6pm and I'm half way through 3 25oz beers. I just want to pass out and wake up and have a re-do of my day because today ****ing sucks. I cried all day... and I do not cry. Can't even remember the last time. Depression is starting to win here.