The Witch’s Stones

we'll be there someday dear, even if it's as corpses washed up on the shore...

i seem to get worse at dealing with people the more meds i take. my anxiety is gone, but maybe a little anxiety is a good thing. i've been cutting down on the benzos, and i have more expression in my face and eyes now - people were looking at me like i was a psycho - my face just felt completely dead. and as far as relationships go, i don't seem to feel anything, which isn't good. i see my psychiatrist in a week or so, so i'll see what he says.

in any case, i'm sorry i've been such a bad friend, if my readers are still there. i understand if you just can't deal with me anymore - i would have given up on myself a long time ago. please go on with your lives, i wish you well.