I'm starting to think my problem isn't depression as much as long-term sexual frustration. I am almost always in a bad mood, hate everyone I see and now smoke two packs a day. I hope these antidepressents will kill my libido, It is rather pointless for someone like myself to be interested in sex, I'm just waisting my time. Lately, I've taken to obsessing over old French cars for sale online, to keep my mind off of it. You see, the one thing I need more than sexright now is a 40 year old rust sculpture shaped like a car. I found a 68 Peugeot 404 for $150, I think I will buy it. I am now officially crazy, stop me before I injure myself.
*attacks himself with corked fork*
*attacks himself with corked fork*
Did you get the Rx filled? *worries*