yerp.

 

my dumbass psychaitrist got my head spinning off yesterday...... she says:

 

i'm not ill, i'm just sick,

i'm  not responsive, i'm responsible

 

i'm borderline.

not bipolar.

 

oh and yeah, that one thing that i've held onto the last nine years to make sense out of what was happening to me, well that one thing was made up, that one diagnosis, that one explanation, is made up. and it's my fault that i've ended up this way... sick.

 

it's my fault

it's my fault.

 

i hate myself and i want to die.