therapy sucks.

so, because of my lack of participation during therapy (my 3rd therapist this year. fuck.) my mom decided to ask my doctor if there was an alternate way to "cope with my depression." [what what what what] and now i'm on meds [what what what what] and people expect me to just be happy (when really, i just want to sleep half of the time. they make me tired and incoherent.) i don't know. i want to murder little animals.

and i haven't been to school in two months. the school hasn't called. maybe they think i'm dead. good.

i don't know.