Fluoxitine. Yeah if you know what that is that means you are probably full of anxiety and woes, which in return means you're probably a great artist of some sort. To the rest of the world its prozac. Prozac is my antidepressant that I should be taking everyday. Guess what I haven't been doing?! Yeah. Its been about a week since I took them, turns out they actually do something.
Ok so now that I have explained that I will tell you when I don't take them I am quite similar to the late 19th century tale of like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, but not in a giant scary "I am going to kill you and your 60 children" sort of a way. Its more like I turn into a 14 year old girl who is worried about fitting in at school, and yet oddly enough I was never like that when I was 14; In any case it is still strange. (Heh heh, get it!) I have decided my alter ego's name is Ekoorb (E-korb).When Brooke is stupid and doesn't take her happy pills like she should Ekoorb pops out her ugly, adolescent head. Ekoorb isn't so bad, just misunderstood. She likes to do all the same things I do. The only problem is she worries about the opposite sex. A LOT! To the point where she deleted a blog because she was afraid it was too off putting, and thought she'll never be able to date again if she wears her heart on her sleeve! Oh no what will the other kids at school say if they found out I like him! Aye! Estoy perdido!! Puta madre!! Some thoughts were even in Spanish.
If anyone doesn't know me, you should know this now, I haven't had a problem with telling boys I like them since about 5th grade, maybe 7th at most. I really don't care. I usually end up making the first move anyways because I don't care if I get rejected. If I do, its sad for a few days, I might cry and feel like a bearded witch but after that I usually end up trying again or finding someone new. Not a big deal.
I was fine today up until 10ish when Ekoorb was starting to convince me that Brooke has no friends and sucks really bad and probably smells like poop 85% of the time, but when she started talking about all that poop stuff Brooke just laughed, because poop is freaking hilarious, and invited a long lost friend Fluoxitine to come and keep Ekoorb at bay away from all the testosterone and puberty.
I also think that I was letting Ekoorb take control, thus my horrendous week of writers block. Thank the heavens, not just for 7/11, but for pharmaceutical drugs that keep our inner junior high student safe and sound our chemically unbalanced brain. Away from all the reality of how bad the whole homo saipen mating ritual really is, oh and just life in general.
Ok so now that I have explained that I will tell you when I don't take them I am quite similar to the late 19th century tale of like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, but not in a giant scary "I am going to kill you and your 60 children" sort of a way. Its more like I turn into a 14 year old girl who is worried about fitting in at school, and yet oddly enough I was never like that when I was 14; In any case it is still strange. (Heh heh, get it!) I have decided my alter ego's name is Ekoorb (E-korb).When Brooke is stupid and doesn't take her happy pills like she should Ekoorb pops out her ugly, adolescent head. Ekoorb isn't so bad, just misunderstood. She likes to do all the same things I do. The only problem is she worries about the opposite sex. A LOT! To the point where she deleted a blog because she was afraid it was too off putting, and thought she'll never be able to date again if she wears her heart on her sleeve! Oh no what will the other kids at school say if they found out I like him! Aye! Estoy perdido!! Puta madre!! Some thoughts were even in Spanish.
If anyone doesn't know me, you should know this now, I haven't had a problem with telling boys I like them since about 5th grade, maybe 7th at most. I really don't care. I usually end up making the first move anyways because I don't care if I get rejected. If I do, its sad for a few days, I might cry and feel like a bearded witch but after that I usually end up trying again or finding someone new. Not a big deal.
I was fine today up until 10ish when Ekoorb was starting to convince me that Brooke has no friends and sucks really bad and probably smells like poop 85% of the time, but when she started talking about all that poop stuff Brooke just laughed, because poop is freaking hilarious, and invited a long lost friend Fluoxitine to come and keep Ekoorb at bay away from all the testosterone and puberty.
Ekoorb is a bitch
I also think that I was letting Ekoorb take control, thus my horrendous week of writers block. Thank the heavens, not just for 7/11, but for pharmaceutical drugs that keep our inner junior high student safe and sound our chemically unbalanced brain. Away from all the reality of how bad the whole homo saipen mating ritual really is, oh and just life in general.
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