These things I’ve thought defining traits of my personality, and my own great failings, listed as symptoms to an identifiable disorder. A treatable condition.
The most hilarious posts from one of the funniest Instagram accounts out there.
I crack a pill in half and let it slide down my throat with some blue Gatorade. And just like that, I’m back.
Just like hearts, penises can be broken.
You’d think someone who takes Adderall everyday, like myself, would maybe have at least some sort of idea of what an Adderall high is like. Nope. Not a clue.
In her first assignment for Vice Magazine, detective Claudia Cardinale must find out who took the Adderall supply of Williamsburg author Jasper Moon, rendering him unable to write. (PG-14)
If it wasn’t even your idea in the first place, how could you be there just to get medication?
With my senior year starting, I thought it would be entertaining to compile a list of fond memories associated with everyone’s favorite study companion, Adderall.
It’s no secret that as a millennial, one of our biggest driving forces is self-discovery.
This isn’t an excuse for my impulsive and disorganized behavior; it’s an explanation. I now know what I was dealing with and can focus on management rather than allowing the symptoms to render me useless.