OH dear, another day isn't it. Well, depression and suicide aside, I have four pain killers left, and called the doctor, that snooty Kristy was patronizing and treated me like a person who is obsessed with pain killers, I'm definitely NOT addicted, the boy literally stole and abused sixty of the pills. I only needed thirty at the MOST for the rest of the week. She has no idea I had been skipping the third dose off and on all month. She doesn't really care, and I don't need the boy in legal trouble at all. We had a long talk, he's got more problems than sixty pills can fix. I don't understand why he didn't talk to me earlier, or... possibly... he's a sociopath and he's just saying what I want to hear. Someone shoot me.