Whoa, calm down. I wasn't trying to offend anyone with this story. If it bothered you that much, no need to comment that way. I'm sorry for what's happening, but I really had no intention on actually offending you with the story.
I'm not offended, I'm just pointing out what they do... well in my case they gave me this sort of fake happy, like you know still that you're depressed but you don't mind so much that you're depressed anymore, pretty much masking it, like how a depressed person wears a fake smile so others think they're happy, in this case you wear a fake smile on the inside so YOU think you're happy. But deep down you're confused because deep down on the inside you know you're not happy and your actions show it.
That's why Simon still doesn't make his bed, pills or no pills...
That's why Simon still doesn't make his bed, pills or no pills...
I kind of did my research before writing this story, and I've heard different stories from various people. I don't tend to write about serious themes like this without getting some input and research done first. They don't all act the same way as you do towards it, but thank you anyway.
You're welcome... I find Adderall makes me happier though. It doesn't help my attention much, except by making it so that I'm not crying all the time. And I only take the TINIEST dose... and it lasts all day even though it's IR... if I took a higher dose like say 10 mg or more I fear it would make me seriously sick in the head from the overload of norepinephrine like Strattera did o_O