Well, it's always been evil. This one has never happened to me.Read my "death" blog first. That was hell from missing one dose. Now, I'm waiting on a phone call from Dr. Death to refill what I'm running out of. He can say "yes" he can say "no". Called his "Christian" office (he's the kind that makes us look bad when really, we and God are compassionate and not insane) about 5 times.
Being ripped off of what I'm on is horribly dangerous and he knows that. I'm seeing a trusted psych to take me off of all of them in January. He better say "yes". If he doesn't, he's more disgusting than anything I've ever seen. There's a 50/50 chance of living through that.
"Do or die, you'll never take me because the world will never take my heart. I'm won't explain or say I'm sorry. I'm not ashamed, I'm gonna show my scars. Give a cheer for all the broken, listen here because it's who we are."
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