Well everythings still there, only i can hink of it without breaking down. I smile a little more even though i cant think of a reason why. It's not real though. I'm not better, not really. Just some happy pills. Fuckin A why cant the doc just get me some THC pills or just a dimebag. I cant think of a reason why im not sad, im just not. But im getting really mad for some reason, i dont feel like me. I really dont like this at all. I'm not writing until i am me again.