It’s that time again. That time when I’m being left in my crisis while people take their vacations. I’m not saying they don’t deserve it (my Therapist/Psychiatrist), but right now my life is and endless thought of when is the other shoe going to fall. Will they or won’t they come back to treat a totally messed up freak like me. I’m not on any medication and each day is getting worse than the day before (That’s a long complication thing in itself). I can’t seem to stop thinking that maybe SIing is the only sane thing I have left in my life thus far. I can’t seem to figure out anymore what’s real or made up, I walk around unsure of what I’m doing and thinking is another thing and if you are able to think you have a brain which I don’t so my way of thinking is brainless. All I’ve been feeling like doing lately is just laying on my bed and distancing myself further away from all. I feel like I have no one to turn to anymore because who wants to be around someone like me, I don’t even want to be around someone like me. Point Blank I’ve Given Up On All!