I'm always either tired and happy or tired and sad. Does that make sense? Maybe it's the Prozac, but I've turned into a sleepyhead all over the house... in my sisters' bedrooms, on the living room couch, even in the back concrete stairwell (which, unfortunately, is filled with earwigs).
I'm also sufficiently troubled at this moment.
Troubled and tired.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
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I'm sorry!
ReplyDeleteIt seems to me that antidepressant never works.
In fact, it seems it makes people depressed!
Look up 1 Peter 5: 7
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