so i recognized that something was wrong with my body, i took the responsible, necessary steps to take care of it, and i feel so much better about everything. so why is my adderall prescription a big deal? it completely should not be

i'm mostly upset because i've honestly been making an effort to get him to like me. saturday afternoon was spent fixing the kitchen sink, i thought it was great, we did something together and i was proud of that (because really, what do i care about that sink for? i never even use that faucet)

so i don't really know how to approach it.. he thinks i'm some kind of drug abuser lazy whatever.. i'm fine not talking about it but apparently this needs to be discussed.

Labels: drugs, family