A concerned mother fucker.
I hate the sensitive moods my medication have put me in. I hate blaming things on chemicals but I really feel they’ve fucked me over again. Not to say I wouldn’t be sad without it, but I feel like I could control myself better if I didn’t have this penalty. I think the one thing I care about is coming to an end. I don’t know if I’ll stick around as Aconcit for long as I’m too weak to handle this.
