i think i'm in trouble.
i haven't had my medication, and i'm seeing things and hearing things.
maybe what i really need is an anti-psychotic. just like max beamis!
he went crazy, too.
spilled his soup on the floor by the spoonful.
i'm breaking my fingers.
twisting them and shoving them into drawers that won't open so i can find change to buy cigarettes and coffee.
and they're bleeding but i can't feel it.
and i'm hurting, but i'll just ignore it.
cigarettes and coffee.
anything to get my mind off of...
my mind.
i think i'm in trouble.
i really do.
someone?
please sit and distract me.
i
wish you
wouldn't tell me
about your fucking xannax.
