I stayed up all night, and went to the state park and meditated. It was truly wonderful. I talked to a tree who healed me and gave me some of her energy. That's about all I can say except for how much I hate having an early morning class, and the fact I'll have to stay here for another 5 hours. :( I WANT SLEEP.

Is anyone truly happy?

Soon the butterflies will glide and life will seem to smoothly slide. The sun will shine down upon all of us forsaken. The river water will soothe the burns the winter left upon our hearts, and the semester will be over!

I feel like I'm going insane all over again. This beautiful bottle of Robotussin is sitting right in front of me and I want to take it so badly. I'll have a bad trip though because brian will be pissed when he gets home, so I won't. I hate quitting drugs dammit! I want to be back on them and be happy and carefree and crazy.

I went to the U. City Loop with Janet and Brittany yesterday and had a kick ass time! Blueberry Hill carded us to smoke. Who does that? I was so pissed because I'm actually legal and I couldn't smoke because I forgot my ID down here. Then we went to Vintage Vinyl and saw Apples in Stereo who rocked, and then to Rag-o-Rama. They have some cute stuff ( Read more... )

I finally told my mom I was on anti-depressents. She didn't react as badly as I feared.

I just wish they'd actually work. Zoloft is making even more hopeless than I was before.

Constriction is life. As vital as control is, why was it placed so far away? It's above, in heights so unreachable. Below on the ocean floor, undiscovered. Why do my tears cascade down like a thunderstorm for reasons I cannot understand ( Read more... )

Hours and hours wasted away. Studying, studying studying. That's all I do anymore. I'm ready for Semester to be over. Right now I'm making kick ass grades in EVERYTHING, but I really don't care. It's not worth the 20 hours a week I'm spending. At least our Psych teacher grades on a curve?

We FINALLY got the computer and internet back! I'll be on more often now. Sorry for neglecting everyone for a while :(

So, I'm finally friends with the Depression Potato, that's right, I'm finally on Zoloft. It's turning me into a space cadet, I think he put me on too much. I'm always sick and tired. How am I supposed to feel emotionally better when physically I'm miserable?