I bought a full script of seroquel that a friend found dumpster diving (he finds a FUCK ton of cool shit) and started taking them every day, and I feel like it’s legit helping me, mentally.

I feel like I’m mostly over my ex-friend. What keeps me coming back is the shame, and just the fucking anger at how I’ve been treated, by everyone. It still makes me upset that I’ll never know this person, that I don’t get to be a part of their life because of what a fucking freak I am, and I don’t even want friends anymore after all this. I just wish they’d fucking talk to me. It makes me so fucking angry when I think about it. They won’t so much as tell me why they unfriended me on Facebook. I can just perfectly fucking imagine the smug fucking look they must’ve had on their face when they told my friend I need to “move on.” I fucking hate this. The worst part is how nobody takes my pain seriously. “It gets better” like I’m supposed to just boil to death in this pain until eventually it’s over.

I should probably take another seroquel.