Maybe I should pack up everything and return to Adelaide, living with Mum.

Or maybe I should die.

Oh shit. I am back to self harm. Razor blades making cus. Wish I could cut the silver thread of mortality. I am so fucked. WISH I was not a physical being. Wish I was liberated from this mortal coil ( Read more... )

It's strange how other people ask me for advice and I give it, yet when I ask for it, they tell me to figure it out for myself.

When other people have suffered depression, say, I have tried not to say clueless things to them.

Mind you, when I was oh-so-obviously clinically depressed in my teens, my parents managed more than few breathtakingly ( Read more... )

Yay. Another year; still loitering at the bus stop.

Yesterday, the ophthalmologist said I can drive again. There was a small split that he decided to laser shut in his office. If anyone hears a doctor say that there may be "some discomfort", the doctor is lying. It really hurts! I see him again in 10 weeks, sooner if there is a problem ( Read more... )