Post 2

i feel like silly putty. or like that slime i used to make out of cornstarch in grade school. i feel like if i laid on a hammock or net some of me would start to oozze and seep through. I've spent a lot of today avoiding the world and laying on my floor. looking up at the ceiling. It got to the point where i had to look at my arms, inspect them to make sure i wasn't gooping up and melting away, leaving behind some kind of slimy trail like a slug. 300 milligrams of seroquel. What's the therapeutic level of that? I'm not sure.