Oh my fucking gawd. This bitch heard me say I would NOT be taking fucking sertraline aka Zoloft anymore because the ratio of misery to good mood was not appropriate.
I broke out about a month ago in what I thought was excema, but come to find out is nothing but a reaction to the antidepressant. I also started flooding my fucking bed with out-of-control night sweats via my legs to the point that when I awoke in the middle of the night my panties were fucking wet…and the fucking sheets….and I stunk.
MAYNE FUCK THAT.
I’LL JUST BE GODDAMN BITCH AND ALL THE MOTHAFUCKAS THAT CALLED MY BEHAVIOR WHEN I SAID I WASN’T TAKING NO MO OF THAT BULLSHIT WHO ARE NOW ACTING LIKE MOTHAFUCKIN ASSHOLES WHEN I’M UP ALL NIGHT FLASHING OUT AT THEM WHEN THEY ALREADY KNEW I WOULD, BUT ARE STILL MAD AT ME, ANYWAY, CAN SUCK MY PURPLE COCK.