so i'm spending my new years home alone. MISRABLE. my mom dragged me to one of her friend's parties and i drank two glasses of champagne just to find out the hard way that champagne and prozac arent supposed to mix. this is fucking rediculous. alright you know what? my medication is fucking me up so right now i can vent vent vent. its NEW YEARS! i'm CATT FUCKING TAFT i should be out partying or AT FUCKING LEAST being with someone ANYONE i cant believe this and i havent had a cigarette in GOD KNOWS HOW LONG i cant cant cant drink i'm scared to get stoned again I'M NOT ABOUT TO GET FUCKING LAID my mom keeps keeps keeps fucking checking on me! why the fuck is this happening i'm so upset about everything fuckin- WORSE than before and i have to keep it all in and be happy so me and fed and my friends will have a chance again. this is so so so hard.. but if it works, GOD will it be worth it. shit shit shit all suicidal and angry all searching for a pathetic way out FUCK FUCK FUCK its not me its NOT NOT NOT ME! its these pills! i was fine and now i'm much much much worse! i didnt used to see things! or be SO ocd or just ah i'm SO SO SO different! ah, right now i'm quite quite quite upset. and sleep will help me get over it. i'd like to take a short short walk, but i know that i shouldnt. ah.. well my new years resolution is to watch no more TV. it'll fuck fuck fuck you up, and who wants to be a veggie? also and more important, to MAKE MY LIFE WORK OUT! the right way i still love this kid fed