It’s time to WRITE!
Saturday, December 23rd, 2006No more drug court. I’m a free women. I can wonder the streets with no panties on and looking for dope all damn day if I wanted to. I won’t but I could. Keep in mind while reading I did swallow down 2 small white pills also know as “Ambien”. If anything funny should happen or if words become obviously misspelled just keep doing your best and trying to understand what it is I’m typing. Thanks. I want to use drugs. I don’t want to use heroin. I don’t want XANAX or ATIVAN for anxiety. I WANT a vicodin for my anxiety because THAT is what works for my issues. But that doesn’t happen here does it? DR’s can’t just fill narcotic bottles for girls who have anxiety issues. It’s not just the anxiety. It’s the OCD, the panic at night, sweating at night, the pain in my joints, shoulders, back, neck, head, ears. How many more tests are they going to give me to tell me welll MISS PAIN you’re just out of luck … guess you’ll have to go home, find a nice reclining chair, sit in it and not move for the rest of your life. Everybody will think you’re a pathetic fat loser who just doesn’t want to move. Which isn’t much different then what people think of me now. OH COME ON BITCH YOU CAN RUN WITH ME TO THE STORE? NO .. I CAN’T. MY KNEES AND JOINTS HURT I CANT GO. GIVE ME A PAIN PILL AND IN 30 MINUTES ILL RUN 5 MILES WITH YOU. I like to run, I like to ride bikes, play sports, tennis, swim, eat at nice resteraunts, go on vacations. But my life is over now because I can’t help for my pain and anxiety. The end. ..I COULD LOSE WEIGHT if I wasn’t in PAIN.
