thefox

I feel broken. Nothing is completely fucked, but I need to work on some things.

Unfortunately, when you can't afford your own prescription of pills that make you less crazy, and you go more crazy when you don't take them... it's hard.

And LittleFierceOne is suffering for it.

I hate relying on pills to make me tolerable. I hate losing my shit on a whim. I hate making him not like me. I hate myself, sometimes.

While the storm has passed... how long before another one? And will he weather it next time? I don't know that I would.