I’m closing up shop. I tried to get back what I had, but the doctors told me I can’t. So I’m going back on olanzapine. Back to being a fat piece of crap who can barely string a coherent sentence together. I came off it because I thought it had done it’s job at stabilising my depression. Now I have psychosis. I had hoped that by coming off it I’d lose the weight and become attractive again, thereby getting a girlfriend, but I guess not wanting to be alone or a virgin anymore after 23 years doesn’t cut the mustard.
I’m not sure why I wrote this. I guess just as a testament to another broken dream.
Let’s find out if there’s a hell. If I should meet God in whatever comes next, I’m going to tear his head off and stuff it up his ass.
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I hate thinking people are shallow enough that you’re alone because of this. Honestly I hate people. Where do you live? Because if it’s America, I think we are all screwed until this country implodes. :/