Oh, Doctor

It was the only entry she had time for

I'm writing it all down. I'm documenting everything so I have something to look back on when I’m “better.” To see all the changes I’ve made and all the “progress I made” to overcome my “distractors.”
As though I’m just letting them get to me because fuck it I don’t care about my life?
I feel woozy. Real woozy, from all the new meds. I can hardly see the letters on the squares or relate the words onto paper. Everything is….
My hair has gotten long. It’s almost to the deepest curve of my back. Is that inappropriate? I shouldn’t be inappropriate. I wouldn’t want to
I’m getting better. I promise.