Seriously. Sometimes my friends can be such idiots.
When I was fifteen, I was going through a 'depressed' stage in my life. No, not like one of those emo-goth sulky weirdos that sit in their rooms and cut themselves, I was just really mopey and pessimistic (Did I spell that wrong? Most likely). ANYWAY, I went to a shrink and everything, and pretty much decided to hit the prozac. Not a big deal. It was an anti-depressent, no big deal, right? Right.
So anyway, my friends came to pick me up yesterday, because we were going to Grove and have a picnic (yay!~). SOOO I was getting something from the bathroom (a shoe, believe it or not), and Tyler decided to snoop around in my medicine cabinet. Guess what he found? An old bottle of prozac. And he said, word for word, "You takin' pills?" and I was like, "Huh? Oh, when I was like, a freshman, yeah." and he was looking all down and didn't talk to me much. I know why, and I talked to him about it (he still doubts me) and I'm kinda pissed at him. Really pissed, actually. EXTREMELY pissed. Why? Because he freaks out thinking that I overdosed on prozac (I'm not that loopy, am I?) whe HE's one of the biggest potheads I know! (And I know quite a few potheads.) SO, I'm pissed at him and he thinks I'm a druggie. Yay!~
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