WTF, Prestiq???????? Aren't you supposed to be making me feel better? Okay seriously. As an antidepressant, you're supposed to control my depressive symptoms, yes? I take you every day, you make me feel better.
Well, you're not holding up your end of the bargain. I'm taking you daily, and I'm increasingly feeling like crap.
So, WHAT. THE. FUCK.
I mean, really. How many more antidepressants do I have to try before I find one that consistantly works. Prestiq is the 4th one I've been on. Lexapro killed my sex drive, Welbutrin made me homicidal and suicidal, Zoloft stopped working, and Prestiq apparently gives me unstable moods.
I'm about to bitch slap that stupid bottle of pills.
Fuck you, Prestiq, for making me feel like a failure.
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Oh, Icky, big old MAB hugs to you. Bah.
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