I am having a Bad Day. Actually I'm having a Bad Few Days. There are an entity all by themselves, hence they deserve to be capitalized. Hopefully the run stops soon. I see both my psychs this week so maybe things will be better. It's been pretty good the last couple of months until this week but if it continues I predict a Medicinal Review. (I'm enjoying making these all into nouns)

I came home and ate a lot of cheese and chocolate.

I have 6 weeks of intense research and a 1200-1500 word essay to write. I also have a group project with a 2000 word proposal. This is not what I signed up for. I signed up to learn new Design Skills not write essays that my teacher will sigh at reading as mine will be the 34th she/he has read and then give a grade and then no one will ever touch again, including me. I want to pretend I'm interested so people think I'm intelligent and hence think they enjoy their conversations with me more.

But the fact that I think that makes me think that maybe I'm not so intelligent after all.

I'm taking driving lessons. I've discovered I hate driving. I'd rather someone else do the thinking and I can have a nap. This is mainly my attitude to life.

There's a million things I want to say but I don't want people to know. These are the things you pay a psych for. And as I mentioned before, I have two to listen to me. I know they will say something nice, and make me feel like I'm not a horrible psycho bitch for making fun of people I do not know based on what they do or look like, or for having urges to conceal a knife in her boots to whip out and stab people in peak hour traffic. They will tell me I'm human and flawed and that I'm a nice person.

Even if it's a lie, if it makes me feel better they have done their jobs.

On the bright side, I KNOW I will be able to get out of bed tomorrow - Mum bought Crunchy Nut. They should administer it as actual medicine and the government should subsidize payments for it. Better and cheaper than heroin

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