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I'm so sick and tired of the unexplainable and "irrelevant" syptoms, and just everything that has to do with my head all together. If I didn't have so much to live for, I wouldn't give a shit if didn't wake up tomorrow because something inside my brain finally ruptured in my sleep. How hard is it, in OVER ten years, to diagnose something like this?

This is so out of hand. When it gets to the point that I cannot work or go to school, so I cannot even afford to go back to the doctor and bitch him out, I know I've reached yet another dead end.

I want to crawl up in a ball and cry, but that will only amplify the pain.

My slight note of good-ish news? I found, yes... found, this album... "Pickin' on Coldplay". It's a bluegrass tribute. It's fantastic, I can't stop listening to it.