is no fun these days. Monday I got up at 4 am, because I felt hollow and surrounded by empty, like a shell. I spent my morning trying to read and drink Ravelry for filling me, interspersed with sessions of comings and goings in cash to also fill that void. At noon, I did and I moved more into a cinema with my parents, it was therefore see Harry Potter, who got little attention because not enough Snape, but I was satisfied. After we went shopping, and I felt hollow, so that music from the supermarket resounded in me, but I tried to hold on to this music, because that was all that separated me from the vacuum. Later, I spent about 200 € from Dorothy Perkins and Amazon, it soothed me 5 minutes and after I had regrets.
I also had a hallucinatory where I saw a man greeting me in the hall and disappear. A hallucinatory again, good. The problem is that it seemed normal to me all the time before it disappears. So now I'm afraid of evil recognize what is real and what is not. And I sleep, I sleep, I sleep ... Then my psychiatrist tells me about new clinic and I did not want to go, I struggle with confinement and windows that open blocked only 15 cm. And the last time I saw a nurse to drop one tablet in the distribution, pick it up and give the patient, and refuse to change when the patient does not want to take the drug. And as my mother is not convinced by the effectiveness of hospital stays, I do not know how to tell my parents.
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