ambition

So today I broke down and finally went to the doctor. I was tired of fighting my demons by myself so I went to the candy man(aka doctor). Well I am in his stupid office that is all decorated with pictures of his happy family and there are plants hanging fromthe ceiling but the cheesiest thing was a poster on the cieling above the examining table. Wonder why that's there.

Well anyway after I spill my problems to the doctor he recomended counseling and I said "no shit." He laughed. Then he said we are changing your medicine. This was ecpected but the nice man gave me xanax and seroquil. I had to hide my smile. As shitty as I have been feeling the thought of having xanax at my dispsal legally makes me feel a little fuzzy inside. So maybe I can start to get on with my life. I hope so. This shit really sucks. Wish me luck y'all.
I also miss georgia.