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Another night, I'm down again. My moods have been like a circus ride for the past month, and maybe some of it is chemical, but most of it's just the way it is. I feel like a square peg trying desperately to shave off my corners trying to fit into any hole I can find. I haven't taken any of the Ambien they gave me yet, but tonight I'm thinking about it--I have a feeling like I won't sleep well without it. I fear addiction to pharmaceuticals when I'm so blatantly addicted to bad situations, how ironic is that? I may not be crazy. Maybe I'm just a fool.