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Another Level of Tired...

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I'm tired of feeling tired. Tired of taking meds all the time. Tired of having to convince my shrink & Dr. I need the Xanex and I'm not just a pill popping druggie. Tired of not being able to NOT take my meds. Tired of not being able to get to my shrink as I need to and having to fight with my daughter about using her car to go absolutely ANYWHERE! I mean, my shrink & shrink Dr (and even regular Dr) are IMPORTANT, it's not like I'm going to window shop at Pier 41. I don't go to the reg Dr. because of the co-pay (it's very small, but it's dinner sometimes) and the car situation.
I think I've hit a whole nutha level of being Tired of Living.
I'm tired of talking. I'm tired of nobody understanding me and misinterpreting me when I do talk, I'm tired of nobody 'getting' me. Am I really that unintelligible and babbling so psychotically I just *think* I'm making sense and I'm really absolutely Outer Limits?
I'm tired of my dang teeth too. They're literally rotting out of my head and hurt all the time. Can't get to a dentist.
Last verse same as the first.
I'm officially tired of living.
I can't escape. I'm miserable.
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