Soon I wont have an outlet

Soon I wont have an outlet--nowhere to write about the nausea, the dead legs, the anger, and the misery of these psychotropic drugs.  Muscle spasms so bad that it hurts to lift my arms.  I don't know how i endure this, God.  I am so sick of the suffering.  It seems now a lifetime that I have suffered the pain and hell of these goddamned psychotropic drugs and intreference in my life.  Too sick to care any more.  too sick to care.  Get out of my life fuckers. Get out.