Randomness

Screw It

I told Dr. P I’m not coming back.  I don’t want any medication.  I don’t want to go to the hospital (like I have a choice with work).  I don’t want a referral to a new psychiatrist.  I don’t want anything.

I told Dr. K I wasn’t coming back.  I don’t want any more of the injections.  I don’t want any more PT.  He can cancel the appointment for the MRI and the appointment with the oncologist (I have have fatty tumor growing on my right leg, almost always benign).  I don’t want any more medication.

 

Screw it.  I may just quit my job and go home.  Like there’s anything there for me.  But I can’t do it anymore.

Most of all I just wish I could die.  I hate me and I hate my life.  Just fuck it.

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