Happy Mabon yesterday everybody.
I was so busy I didn't get to do anything though :(
Oh well, I'm not nearly as depressed anymore but I'm having to beat the evil depression off with a stick becasue it seems to like looming over me nowadays.
Unfortunetly I lost my cell phone around the house (it's out of batter so I can't call it) and mom is very mad at me. My depression (lets name it Marve shall we? Yes I know naming depression practically makes me certifiably insane but I don't care) is just waiting for me to slow with my dreaded stick (Steve as of 2 seconds ago) so it can dive on that Lost Phone problem and tear at me.
Ugh, I really am going crasy, naming inanimate objsects that don't even exist outside my mind. What is wrrong wiht me??
I really wich someone would read this. If the point of a journal is to vent your feelings shouldn' there be someone around to listen? Not that pen and paper (or keyboard and internet) arne't good listeners but they don't give you a lot of feedback.
Class is goign to end soon, I'll type again soon as a can (think of it) Bye.
Now going completely though innocently mad -Flickering Heart
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