All da Fuck about Me. I did, while walking around the city, find a Greek deli hidden away. OH GODDESS! REAL Greek food. They even had real Greek coffee! What a fucking great place! I studied all that. So grateful to not be swinging too far one way or the other this morning.

My Journey With Mental Illness.

So I feel like I should be fist pumping and doing handstands and jumping jacks because of the fact I made it to day 50. I read this girls webpage about quitting adderall after being perscribed it for 7 years which is longer than I was. She said it has been a year and she still feels like every day feels like your birthday and your funeral.

As I left off on my last entry I am working on accepting my situation at home and multitude of feelings that come with it. So here is a bit more of my story,. I swore as a child that I would take this to either his grave or mine, in order to live this false family unit that I convinced myself that I had, all this until I was 22 and I could no longer bear such a burden.

Thoughts on films, games, books, whatever.

I feel a wave spreading through me, lighting its path through my soul, setting it on fire again. Dormant elements of my personality coming to life. My soul is everywhere and nowh.