Under-medicated Me

I've been without happi pills for a few days now, but only because I found the bottle and took what was left. I'd been without them for about a week and a half prior to that. I called the Dr this past Thursday. His bitch of a nurse curtly informed me that he doesn't see people that pay cash, and she insinuated that .

I know it's my fault that I don't currently have insurance, and that I haven't had any since my last job. But she didn't need to be such a cunt about it. Stupid fat bitch. I can feel the anger building when I get irritated. It wears me out to keep it under control. It was so much easier with citalopram.

This is me on happi pills:

This is me NOT on happi pills, and yes I do require warnings:



I told Red about it, and she actually shrank away from me in fear. I don't want her to be scared of me. I just want to be happy. And right now, I am not happy. I don't feel like I belong in my family, and my moods fluctuate between crying my ass off to wanting to remove other people's body parts.