Erasing the inkblot memories from the back of my mind

I'm having a depressed day today. I guess that's bound to happen, what with the depression and all.

God, it makes me sound so sick. I'm not sick, ok? I'm ok. I'm fine.

I don't want to be on the medication anymore. I mean, EvilElf hasn't been on his in ages and he said that it's the best thing that he's done in a long while. Raven's been off hers for a while and she definately seems happier...What the fuck is a boi to do? I don't know what to do or who to listen to anymore. God, I wish Mistress was here. puppy needs her Mistress.

I'm beginning to think that the prozac is fucking me up...more. I mean, I can't write because I can't get that atmosphere I need. I can't get that itch anymore. The meds are killing the depression, but they're killing my outlet too. Any time I try to write, it all comes out badly. Like, I have an idea, but it takes a nose dive and falls apart...It's like the words don't fit together like they used to.

I can't write and it's tearing me apart. My words don't hold together anymore. The ideas have flown the nest...All I can say is if anyone has my muse, please return it. I don't get that crystal clear satellite picture anymore. Now it's all static. It's all grey and white sprinkle looking things with a sound like the sea - great. But where the fuck have my pictures gone?

Whatev.

I love you Raven, see you soon. Love love xox

Shane.