Given Up On Anything Helping

I’ve given up on anything helping, each medication I’ve been put on works until something happens then the rest of it is made redundant.

I couldn’t care less, cutting is all that helps. That and Diazepam, I need it. I need what it brings me. An attitude of not caring about the world. Which allows me to live life for me. No one else. I need it and need to find a way to get it. It’s the only thing in life that’s worked, apart from happy times which are too few and far between, while these small dose pills are the only thing that works.

I’m sick and tired of everything. Just need those meds.