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2010:
Moved in with Roger [good. very good]
Had a very drastic and violent resurgence of all those horrible feelings I had when I was a teenager.
Failed school.
"Voluntarily" resigned from my long-standing job because I had an asthma attack and didn't call in to work before going to the doctor.
Got fired for saying something reasonable.
Got harassed by a coworker and had a mental breakdown in public, at work , and was too ashamed to ever go back.
Got diagnosed as Bipolar
Had nothing but insane emotional mood swings and suicidal thoughts and impulses and close calls
Had to go on medication [that does nothing, but it makes Roger feel better to see me take them]
Rory died.
Ever so slowly lost even more of the people I like because I'm too terrified to talk to them.
Gained a few more people [good]
Bought first car [good]
Fought with government to get money unsuccessfully because my psychiatrist told me I shouldn't work for a year, thus plunging me farther into debt and poverty!
Gained so much weight that none of my clothes fit me, none of my belts fit me, and I now have jagged, vibrant stretch marks over pretty much everywhere that counts, yet somehow cannot even manage to eat an entire plate of food without forcing myself.
Became really disillusioned with taking pictures, and have begun to hate it.
So, fuck 2010.
Moved in with Roger [good. very good]
Had a very drastic and violent resurgence of all those horrible feelings I had when I was a teenager.
Failed school.
"Voluntarily" resigned from my long-standing job because I had an asthma attack and didn't call in to work before going to the doctor.
Got fired for saying something reasonable.
Got harassed by a coworker and had a mental breakdown in public, at work , and was too ashamed to ever go back.
Got diagnosed as Bipolar
Had nothing but insane emotional mood swings and suicidal thoughts and impulses and close calls
Had to go on medication [that does nothing, but it makes Roger feel better to see me take them]
Rory died.
Ever so slowly lost even more of the people I like because I'm too terrified to talk to them.
Gained a few more people [good]
Bought first car [good]
Fought with government to get money unsuccessfully because my psychiatrist told me I shouldn't work for a year, thus plunging me farther into debt and poverty!
Gained so much weight that none of my clothes fit me, none of my belts fit me, and I now have jagged, vibrant stretch marks over pretty much everywhere that counts, yet somehow cannot even manage to eat an entire plate of food without forcing myself.
Became really disillusioned with taking pictures, and have begun to hate it.
So, fuck 2010.