I’ve stopped taking my medication.
Even when I tell myself that I’m going to take it, I stop short. I haven’t taken it in over a week, and Christopher has stopped reminding me to.
If I’m honest, it doesn’t seem to make a difference. I don’t feel any worse not taking it. It seemed to be doing wonders before. I just can’t bring myself to swallow that little white pill, and I don’t even know why. Maybe it’s the fact that I rely on chemicals to make me feel normal and stable.
Other than that, the second semester of senior year is going by very quickly. Only about 100 more days until I graduate. About 60 days of actual school left. It’s scary. I haven’t even applied to college yet or filled out the FAFSA. It seems like everyone I know has already been accepted to the college of their dreams and they’re out buying decorative lamps and paintings for their dorms. I’m here. The one who’s going to community college. The one who’s in more AP classes than most other seniors, and yet the one who’s going to a crappy local com college.This is the life.