I didn’t get my prescription today, I need to wait until my psychiatrist gets the results before she signs one for me. So that should be another week, if I’m lucky. Great. The voices have been bad, and so has Bree. And I’ve been left alone to deal with them since everyone else has gone to bed.
I’ve attempted to distract myself with art tonight, but I’ve barely been able to focus on it. Resulting in too many times rubbing out mistakes to count. I’ve given up with it for now and gone upstairs.
Despite my mum making an effort to keep me happy this morning (and spending a small fortune in the process again, which I didn’t want her to do), everything has been shitty, for lack of a better word. Oh well.
I doubt I’ll get much sleep again, so I’ll end up spending the night trying not to act on anything the voices say. On top of that, I can hear people talking downstairs and outside – which sounds like they’re outside my house. So not doubt the Others going to try to get inside and get me tonight. I just need to not on panic too much so I don’t wake my family.