I Should’ve Just Died When I Was Born, Saved Me Some Trouble

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Fuckdamnfuckshithellfuckdamnfuckshitfuck!

Yeah, the paper that they gave me when I went home from the hospital, the one that had when my appointments were scheduled for after I got out, yeah, I lost it. The best part? Well, I remember them telling me I had an appointment on the 7th, and another one on the 14th. Apparently, I’m a fucking idiot, because they were on the 2nd and the 14th. So yeah, I missed my damn psychiatrist appointment. FUCK! But wait, that’s not all. I only have medicine for the next 2-3 weeks, and now I can’t reschedule to see her until I’ve seen Kocian (the lady I had before that was completely incompetent), so that means that not only am I on the wrong meds, but in two weeks or so I won’t be on ANY MEDS! FUCKINGHELLSHITFUCKCUNTFUCKCOCKFUCKSHITFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!

I hate my life. I hate my life so much.