I have to get off this shit, I can't think, I can't feel, my creative bone has died. Even being miserable isn't half as fun as it used to be. I don't care what I have to do, I'm doing it. I would rather not be attentive anyday, over feeling like i've lost myself. The only reason I've been on this shit for so long is because I'm terrified of gaining weight, but I've realized that if you don't open your mouth and shove food in your face; you aren't going to gain weight, I used to love to excercise. Maybe I will start feeling like me again soon enough.