My mom and doctor was the one who thought it'd be a good idea to keep me on the "Luvoxx" but it doesn't work anymore for me. I feel like I'm not listened to by my mom and doctor. Maybe it's time for a new psychiatrist. Because even though I have cares about me, she's screwing up my health right now.
And that is stressing me out. I've been nothing but stressed today.

Then again, I'm not perfect either. I had a emotional meltdown that resulted in 12 hospital trips, and me being hospitalized. I bit a girl in third grade who viewed me as a friend. I pulled a friend of mine's hair in eighth grade. I'm extremely messy and extremely moody a lot of the times.

I don't get it. Apparently medical doctors don't always know what's best for their clients, like I thought they did. They make misdiagnoses, which harm patients and make them suffer. Even die, that is. I hope justice prevails and that I get to go to the hospital. And that I no longer have to take that "Luvoxx" because it's made me a train wreck waiting to happen.