I think I have feelings for my bestfriend. My medication dosage has been erratic these past two weeks, messing up my routine and my stability. Its hard to take my dose when I can’t even wake up before noon. The last two days had me a binge haze. My body’s swollen, my fingers look like little salty sausages. I don’t want to ever leave the house but I have to go to work and see people, something I don’t know how I get myself into every single time. It always looks like people like me. I smoked up three hours ago. It didn’t help, not that it ever has. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. Life shouldn’t be this hard, it can’t be…Because if it is, what’s the point?