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 Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 7:15 pm
I am going to backdate a bunch of these.
I'm taking them from my LJ.
I don't know what's wrong with me and as far as diagnosis
goes, I have depression. I don't want to jump
to conclusions, but I believe I may be bipolar.
Comments, advice, etc. all is welcome.
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Dec. 11, '06:
Sometimes I wish I could have someone think for me. My emotions are too mixed up. Am I angry or upset? Both?
I like being all over the place with my mood... or do I? I know that I feel so unnatural when it's taken away.
My Great Aunt has severe BiPolar Disorder. I don't know what to think about that. It's just another bit adding to my self-diagnosis. Genetics can matter in this case, but I don't know how much.
Someone, think for me. Liora isn't here to do it anymore.
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Dec. 17, '06:
I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I'm failing Chem. I'm not even just throwing that word around. I'm literally on the verge of failing. I want to pass, but I don't care that much. I don't know what's wrong with me. There's nothing I can do to fix it, especially if I have no help.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 7:16 pm
Dec. 20, '06:
I've had an awful week.
Everything sucks.
Right now I want to award Dr. O the idiot of the year award.
Honestly, I am so screwed. It was sheer briliance for him to give us a test the period nearly everyone has to miss for a concert. It wouldn't have bothered me that much if Chem. league wasn't at the same time. Veon is going to kill me if I don't go. >< Whatever, I'll go late if possible.
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Tom + Irregular verbs = ♥
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 7:17 pm
Dec. 30, '06:
Life isn't quite fun anymore.
It will only be next week when I meet Liora & Jessica and redo T-shirt.
Everything else pretty much sucks.
It's partially amusing how no one cares because they're all absorbed with themselves and their X-Mas gifts and all that jazz.
I haven't been taking my meds which is why I am in an obvious all-time low at the moment.
I tried to make a happy entry, but clearly I failed.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 7:18 pm
Jan. 13, '07:
I can't fricking believe that still there are people that are so immature. YOU'RE IN EFFING 10th GRADE!!! Okay so there's this really obnoxious kid in Project Adventure. He think's he's so cool and hot and that he's all that because he plays football and hangs out with cheerleaders. So I'm sitting watching a group do their little thing, because we were doing an activity in groups and mine wasn't going at the moment... neither was his. He comes over to me and pulls at the Jibbitz on my Crocs... they're basicly pins that go in the holes with cute little images on them. I'm already upset because I'm afraid he was going to break the effing thing... it was $2.50 so I would be pretty ticked off considering it cost me my own money. I told him to stop it and then he tells me to take it out. Those things take forever to take out and put in, so I told him no. Then he goes: Why? It looks stupid there. That's when I had had enough so I kinda went a bit out-of-character. I told him that I didn't ask for his opinion nor care about it. Then he says that he doesn't care about my oopinion and that again I should take them out because they look stupid... which didn't make much sense. He kept going on like this a little while longer and eventually asks me why I was being so defensive. I only realized later that I should have said that he was being offensive in two of its definitions. I kinda chewed him out but he deserved it. It's one of those things you know you shouldn't feel upset about because that's what he wants... but you can't help it. After he left, Sabrina asked me if I was alright. I thought that was really sweet of her considering we don't really talk that much.
Whatever. That kid is such a ******** loser.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 7:19 pm
Jan. 27, '07:
I envy the people in obituaries.
They don't have to worry about shitty friends and awful parents.
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