A medical professional just recommended me for anti-depressants.
I told them to take a running jump [although not quite that bluntly].
I have music and friends and New York City to bring me up, and a good cry every now and then is healthy.
I ent filling my head with that junk. Who cares if my chemical fucking imbalance [new emo band name alert!] isn't quite right.
Fuck that shit.
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