I walk around feeling like an empty chip back. An empty feeling just emanating as if I’m looking for three androids to suck up inside me. It should be easier to find joy in a world full of sunlight, ice cream and cats. This to say, I should feel more content. These 20 milligrams of Escitalopram certainly keep the panic attacks away but it doesn’t fill me up like a twinkie. I’m not a water ballon about to pop full of joy. I guess this is where talk therapy would help me which I avoid because dating is hard and the idea of dating around for a therapist sounds as expensive as a real date and overwhelming. Then again going against life raw has also not been great. Anyways, I thought I was going to write something profound and instead I’m a vector of a Facebook teenage angst making a nest on tumblr.

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