Antidepressants. As much as I'm opposed to mind altering subsences. I think it's about time to try and help myself. I just hope they don't ******** me up or change who I am. Then again, that could be the whole problem. I need to change who I am. I'm just afraid of losing what little bit of self I've found.
It'd be awesome if I had wings. If I were good, a chosen. It'd be, devine. Heh, cheesy Ray, cheesy.
I may update later.
~Melly out.
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