I haven't taken my meds for the second night running and I feel fine. Besides actually feeling. So have you ever seen Garden State? Where he decides not to take the drugs anymore? Well, everything just seems more beautiful and more deep. Like I feel like I have a greater appreciation for things without the medication. I feel more lonely. Which I think is good. Why should you stop feelings which for thousands of years have propigated the human race?
I miss my dad and wish my mom didn't still love my dad and deny it all the freakin' time. It's like the only person who can tell her that she's sad is herself. And she can't tell herself because she's in denial. And I think way too much about my mom and her feelings. What about my life?
Well, it's going well. The two job thing with freelance writing or marketing on the side may take some getting used to, but I'm handling it alright.
Oh, side-note - my mom doesn't know I'm not taking the meds, so keep it on the DL, alright peoples?
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This is a blog composed of the ramblings of a 22-year-old schizophrenic. It has poetry, commentary on the news, and basically an update on my life. Created to inspire those in debt through my journey, this blog has become much, much more.
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