Come on Xanax
Work your magic. It’s 3am and I’m sitting here awake and going through old messages and pictures, and there is no numbness. Just aching. Come on!! I need you to be better! Work harder! Dull me!
I mentioned to him I got meds, to help deal with my anxiety and sadness, that I needed something to get me through these next few weeks. And you know what this mf’er asked? If I knew what was causing it. My anxiety. My little mental health crisis.
Are you serious? ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW ?
God damn these men.
My heart was safe, guarded, protected, untouched. Then I let you near. I let you in. I was soft and tender in your arms and you broke me and now you want to know why I’m in pieces on the ground?
Wtf.
Maybe I need to take another Xanax. I only have 20 tho! I need to be judicious.
At least I have this lovely headstone that says welcome home, from my signed copy of Samantha irby’s newest book.
