Being Charged for a Crime I was the Victim Of
Sounds more and more ridiculous with every day that goes by, and its taking higher and higher doses of antipsychotics each day to calm me the fuck down.
I need to get some counseling or something. The way I look at the moment- an emaciated, trembling, anxious wreck- isn’t exactly helping my case. My eyes are all wild, my hairs sticking out at all angles. I look like I’ve been dragged through a bush backwards after escaping from the nearest psychiatric unit.
I look dodgy as fuck.