Coughed up some blood again. What’s it called when your 29 and survived youth acute, state hospitalizations, false imprisonment and are now 3rd year in molecular biology 3.8 GPA. and on a bleep it night. So you take an extra Dexedrine (shame on me) with an a beer (whats the point i dont even drink) found in the back of the fridge and coffee (bleep it) and normal klonopin (just in case) just to face the papers and documents from February 2020 fwd the obvious malpractice i cant even think about it (unless i had access to MDMA assisted therapy. ) that you’ve kept all year. Now its time to show the pulmonologist during appointment in the morning. Through my lease in life we need patients to be aware of the medical products they are consume. Have a voice in which way medicine goes or else we all are ruin. Grow your gardens escape this. Be free. Do no harm. Not to yourself not to a living thing.

Stayed up all night with some tears for humanity. I’ve seen things that make it numb but i dont want to continue to be hurt anymore. I win but you know what that feels like? The hurt goes away but so does the good. Oh the small amount of extra Dexedrine means nothing.