some old people are in their SUV watching the alleged car show (?) from the convenience of our driveway.... When I pulled in 20 minutes ago I asked if they needed anything, but they seemed to think their presence was allowed because they know Mark and Phil... Uh, you know, just cause you can read the Adsit Farms sign doesn't mean either one lives here.... And maybe if you knew them a little better you'd at least be privy to the fact that each of my step-father's brothers mentioned have a particular disdain for Steve...
Cause remember that one time Mark walked in the store, looked at me a bit puzzled and asked if I was Becky's daughter?
(Yes, Uncle Mark, I am.)
Last night was fun, but this morning was rough and remembering details of the previous night weren't exactly flattering.... Uhhh...
What I really came on here to say was that I have NO problem admitting that I just recently (a week ago) stopped taking my daily 10mg dose of antidepressants. Saying this doesn't bother me, that after a year of hating myself, hoping I just wouldn't wake up anymore, etc, literally praying to God that I would just be taken from the Earth, I found a simple solution that might be looked at as "the easy way out" or, "quick fix" or whatever you care to name it. I don't care. Because if you haven't felt even half as bad as I did, you have no reason to judge me. Sorry if I sound defensive; this is not entirely out of left field. And quite frankly if you're reading this and feel disgruntled, close the window you jag and SUCK MY PROVERBIAL DICK.