[b]I just said to Adam[/b] “I’m so depressed I feel like I have a wang hanging out of my wang”, whatever that even means, because my lower back is killing me and for the last few months lower back pain means I’m not dealing with shit.
It is weighing a little that next Wednesday will be the last day I take my Effexor. I’ll still be taking Clonazepam and smoking too much pot. Let’s deal with one thing at a time though.
At around nine o’clock last night I noticed I was really stupid sad and feeling overwhelmed and I went to bed and Gus kept me up most of the night licking my face and I don’t feel any better today.
I gotta get off the pot but the problem is I don’t want to at all some days I think I do, I talk about it in therapy I’m almost honest about how much I smoke but not really but I think he knows he’s been seeing me since 2003.
I don’t know what I’d replace it with.
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