So I counted my steps coming home. 137. Odd. I set my stuff down, and looked at the how many people were online. THREE. Odd. I had a drink, took me 5 gulps. FIVE. Odd.
It's gotten to the point where I'm shaking right now. Like shivering when you're cold. I took some medicine, that obviously didn't help. And to top it all off, I'm sick of this. I'm setting my status for Gareth right [Hayy buddie! <3] and someone who ISN'T Gareth assumed it was meant for them and tried to be all like 'Shuddap I hate you. Go die.' Yea well, news flash:
You said you're suicidal. And you're fine now. Everyone was right. You just wanted attention. You were trying to grab attention, and I gave it to you. If anything, I deserve the truth.
I'm screwed up. If you want to laugh, I'll give you something to laugh at. I know how cruel you can be, I know how much of a sick ******** you are. So here you go. You said you're suffering from depression right? You aren't depressed. Here's what I suffer from.
OCD [Bipolar disorder]
Binge Eating Disorder [B.E.D.]
Insomnia
Hypersomnia
Anxiety [Panic Disorder. Panic attacks.]
Paranoia
Dysthymia [Also classified in my case as Adjustment Disorder with Depressed Mood]
Now, care to discuss your problems? We should trade for a while. I get to have your smile and laughter, you get to have my anxiety, food issues, OCD, tiredness, paranoia, and take a bunch of medicine for it all three times a day. And you always wondered by I was so dazed at school. It's because I've got all this s**t on my shoulders! So don't you even dare assume anything I say or do a*****e. I'm ******** done with this.
I've said it before, I WILL say it many times until you get it through your ******** head! PICK A DAMN EMOTION AND STICK WITH IT. Then tell me what you've picked so you can move on with your life, and I can move on with mine.
