So…

After my dad dying, my grandmother is going to die of cancer.  We talked to home care yesterday, and we set up when they’re going to be coming.  I just…. I feel numb.

 

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A New Passion for Life.

So, I can’t keep my hands still.  Why is that?  I have been writing like crazy.  I am not manic.  I just forgot how much I enjoy writing…

But I rediscovered it, and I want to enter contests based on writing, and I just…

I’m happy.  I’m happy I’m doing creative writing in the fall.  I’m so….

Happy.

Maybe I’m Biting Off More Than I Can Chew.

But I don’t care….  I’m going to go and become the person that I want to be… I’m going to work 25 hours and I’m (hopefully) getting a promotion.  I’m also going to school and I’m going to be a journalist.  I’m going to become a Mormon.  I’m going to live my life.  No one is going to hold me back.

Yes, I’m depressed from one time to another, but I feel like as long as I keep busy, I can do this.

Feeling a Little Better. ** TRIGGER WARNING**

Yes, I’m doing a little better.  The only thing that I can’t stop is binging.  I just don’t want to stop…

So far I’ve eaten 12-15 cookies within 12 hours.  I feel like shit.  So, I hate it, but I feel the need to purge… So I’ve got some laxative tea, and I’m thinking about drinking a couple of cups of it.  I know, I shouldn’t…. But still.  I can’t help but think about being thin.  It’s an obsession.

What to do, what to do…

The Beginning of Depression. **Trigger Warning**

I told my friend that I’ve been having intrusive thoughts about hurting myself.  Like, I fantasize about the blood and stuff.  She’s supporting me now, but I feel all alone.  Why couldn’t I be born without mental illness?  Why do I have to see and hear things and twitch and be manic or depressed?  Why must I take my medicine?

Well, I have to take it in order to survive.  I’m not being dramatic.  I’m being realistic.  I literally have to take my antidepressant or else, I’d have at least a suicide attempt on my hands.

The only person that would comfort me left my life, and now, I don’t know where to turn.  I want to pick up cutting again, but I’m scared to.  It’d be an addiction for me.  It’s a ritual for me.

I have to take a shower after I cut.  I know, but it cleans the cuts, and I feel….  I feel like after I’ve done such a bad thing, I want to be clean again.  It sounds odd, but that’s how I feel.

This is just a depressive rant…. Let me stop…

This is why I Hate People.

So, I can’t stand fighting.  So, when people at my work start arguing, I can’t stand the entire day.  I had to take an anti-anxiety pill yesterday night because of the fighting.  And then, the crush turns out to be an idiot and start the fight.

I also have a fear of abandonment, and my friends – if you could call them that – haven’t talked to me in days.  Then when I talk to them and say they’re never there, then I look like the bad guy.  And they don’t talk to me after that…

I’m sick of people.  I’m depressed and I just want to cry.  I hate life right now.