I feel too much; I feel dead. So. Perpetually, I am medicated. Everyone assures me. It’s really for the best.
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July 4, 2009 at 6:02 am
Ribbon
I’ve just arrived here and it’s too early for me to say if it’s really for the best…
best wishes
Ribbon 🙂
July 5, 2009 at 3:51 pm
medicatedlady
Let’s hope I have what it takes, dearest Ribbon. 😉 Thanks for stopping by.
January 22, 2010 at 12:27 pm
Carolina Maine
At least it is just depression–you could be schizophrenic. Think positively! So many suffer worse.
February 16, 2010 at 3:36 pm
the sparrow
oh, i thought i was schizophrenic once
of course, that was all pot. i’ve eliminated that from my diet.
February 16, 2010 at 3:39 pm
medicatedlady
good thinking, sparrow
February 16, 2010 at 3:53 pm
the sparrow
i could have been insane by now if i didn’t.
February 16, 2010 at 6:07 pm
the sparrow
how did this all start?