Eerie colors and all I see are sounds...
So yesterday I kinda got dumped. Supposedly it was a "long time coming". It hadn't really sunk in until this morning... so now I really feel like poo. But I don't wanna talk about any of that right now. Not today.
I've been so lazy with myself lately. As I type this, I look like your standard bum in an alley. I need to shave, and I need to do something with my shaggy unkept hair. I need some new jeans, too. But whatever... fuck all that upkeep shit. I still shower and brush my teeth daily, so I have that going for me. I've never really been too concerned with my outside appearance anyway.
Finals are this week, and I haven't even attempted to start to think about maybe beginning studying once. Nope. I actually only have 2 exams... math and visual arts. The math exam I should be studying like 5 hours a day until I take it, and as for visual arts... I kinda already sold my book back, so my study guide is useless. But I'm sure my pal Lauren will allow me to use her book to study.
Why does nobody trust me? Why does everyone always assume the worst from me? I don't understand this. What did I ever do to make people think I'm truly a scumbag at heart? I'm sick of that. I'm also sick of people putting words in my mouth. That pisses me off to no end. I'm very careful and particular about what I say, and when somebody butchers my dialouge and twists it to mean something else, I'll go off. Let me say this: I am not a scumbag. I try my best with people, and if it isn't good enough then I apologize. If you have some kind of problem with me ever, just step up and talk to me about it. All this talking behind backs is not only childish and annoying, but it demonstrates the quality of your character. If none of this paragraph applies to you, then don't worry. In fact, if you're reading this, you're probably aces in my book. But for the people who think I might be talking about them, I probably am. And even though it's meant for select people, the principles I've mentioned still apply to everyone.
So for those of you who don't know, I guess I may as well come out and announce it:
I suffer from depression, and I am on meds.
I take a drug called Celexa (citalopram). Here's some info if you care to know what my drug is, and what it does to me: http://health.yahoo.com/drug/d04332a1
And for those of you out there who think depression is just a mood, or that it's not a serious condition, I ask you to read this: http://health.yahoo.com/ency/healthwise/hw30709
It's an actual medical disorder... no different than diabetes or high blood pressure. I quote that from my doctor.
Anyway, hopefully if you've taken the time to read through all of that, you'll better understand what's wrong with me. I was ashamed to let people know about it for a long time, but I shouldn't be.
Well, my dumped ass is gonna go do something else. I'll catch you all later I guess.
I've been so lazy with myself lately. As I type this, I look like your standard bum in an alley. I need to shave, and I need to do something with my shaggy unkept hair. I need some new jeans, too. But whatever... fuck all that upkeep shit. I still shower and brush my teeth daily, so I have that going for me. I've never really been too concerned with my outside appearance anyway.
Finals are this week, and I haven't even attempted to start to think about maybe beginning studying once. Nope. I actually only have 2 exams... math and visual arts. The math exam I should be studying like 5 hours a day until I take it, and as for visual arts... I kinda already sold my book back, so my study guide is useless. But I'm sure my pal Lauren will allow me to use her book to study.
Why does nobody trust me? Why does everyone always assume the worst from me? I don't understand this. What did I ever do to make people think I'm truly a scumbag at heart? I'm sick of that. I'm also sick of people putting words in my mouth. That pisses me off to no end. I'm very careful and particular about what I say, and when somebody butchers my dialouge and twists it to mean something else, I'll go off. Let me say this: I am not a scumbag. I try my best with people, and if it isn't good enough then I apologize. If you have some kind of problem with me ever, just step up and talk to me about it. All this talking behind backs is not only childish and annoying, but it demonstrates the quality of your character. If none of this paragraph applies to you, then don't worry. In fact, if you're reading this, you're probably aces in my book. But for the people who think I might be talking about them, I probably am. And even though it's meant for select people, the principles I've mentioned still apply to everyone.
So for those of you who don't know, I guess I may as well come out and announce it:
I suffer from depression, and I am on meds.
I take a drug called Celexa (citalopram). Here's some info if you care to know what my drug is, and what it does to me: http://health.yahoo.com/drug/d04332a1
And for those of you out there who think depression is just a mood, or that it's not a serious condition, I ask you to read this: http://health.yahoo.com/ency/healthwise/hw30709
It's an actual medical disorder... no different than diabetes or high blood pressure. I quote that from my doctor.
Anyway, hopefully if you've taken the time to read through all of that, you'll better understand what's wrong with me. I was ashamed to let people know about it for a long time, but I shouldn't be.
Well, my dumped ass is gonna go do something else. I'll catch you all later I guess.