The Pill That I'm On Is A Tough One To Swallow

hey hey hey, party peoples. Missed me?

Let's just say I lost my way for a while. First was a dive into depression, then a flat line, then another dive. Now I'm on the flat line, and I'm taking bets when the next dive is going to be.

I'm just tryin' to live each day one at a time. Focus too much on what's ahead and it takes forever to get there, ya know?

And I think I'm developing Dissociative Identity Disorder or something. For realz. Like, the Jink voice and the Izzy voice are battleing the **** voice in my head. And if I do something wrong, they yell at me. A lot. Well, mostly the Jink voice. The Izzy voice tells me to stand up for myself and stop being such a target. And the **** doesn't know what to di, so it goes with the best option.

Don't tell my mom.

But other than the fact that I'm losing meh marbles, I'm okie-dokey. Nothin' to write home about.

Other than the LUDO CONCERT I AM NO ALLOWED TO ATTEND BECAUSE OF MY VICIOUS PARERNTAL UNITS. But I'm over that.

Love to all my homiezz.

~Jink or Izzy or **** or whatever voice is in my head right now.