Confounded Accusations

I don't know why i set this up. I don't know why i do lots of things. Tomorrow i'm going to see my doctor about the antidepressents he says i should take. I think that he's gonna up the dose. It's not that i wanna jump off the roof or anything dramatic like that but i for sure don't feel like i imagine other people feel like. If you are some other person and you happen to see this then drop me a line and tell me what you feel like. Keep it short though, i don't have all day to sit around and read that shit. It would be cool if i did. Maybe not. I can't imagine that much time. If i had it i'd sleep more. Have breakfast at noon or later. Then have dinner at like ten pm and go back to bed at three. I'd see the wierd shows that come on in the middle of the night. I'd see the goofballs that walk around my neighborhood after the streetlights come on. When the sun came up i'd tack a sheet over the window so the sun wouldn't cross my face. What a life. It must be fun to be a loser.


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