Faux Fixes.
Recently, I’ve been happy. Very happy. Despite everything that’s been going on, I’m still “okay.” But there is something wrong with my happiness. A sort of bitter break. A faux fix called Celexa. This is not what I expected or desire. This fake emotion of which I am not accustomed. Even in deplorable times, I wear a smile. Why, you ask? Well that would be because of my dear companion, antidepressant citalopram.
