Note to Marissa again

DARN MY COMPUTER NOT ALLOWING ME TO COMMENT
And yes, it is normal. There is a difference between wanting to committ suicide and thinking about it (hehe you probs knew that but this is where I will go off in a tangent with my random knowledge about human brain chemistry because I can)
If you have thought about it and are worried about what it would do to your mom or whatever, you will never do it. Ever. Suicide is a decision made completely for oneself, and thus is every bit selfish. Of course it's NORMAL to ponder death.
But if you ever:
-Lose any desire to do anything
-Start overeating or undereating and losing weight (yeah...)
-Always get sick (depression makes you immuno suppressed)
-Lose sleep (yeah...me again) or sleep excessively
-Lose ability to concentrate
-Racing thoughts
-Cry more than once a week
-Lose weight


In conjunction with your musings of suicide, I have news for you : YOU ARE OF THE POOJA ILK. But I know you are not that way.
But to spare being a drama queen, there are always those periods of time where I have SO much energy and it's sort of awesome.

(end of section where I brag/bitch about my knowledge of serotonin and dopamine)

ANYWAY
I had no idea it was possible for me to HATE life so much. Sometimes, I think it would be easier to live in my dreams. But I guess I have to find one freaking thing to cling on too and that's my friends.

As I read over that, I seem REALLY emo. I mean it's not like I have cancer or herpes (btw, Schmadam's ex girlfriend Marcella has HERPES. Like LEGITIMATELY.I KID YOU NOT)
I find that INSANELY AMUSING. In a cruel, twisted, sadistic manner.

BLAFARGH

The evil sinus infection attacks again. But alas, the doctor office is being a turd and won't take me until tomorrow. Whatever it takes to not have to be at play practice the whole time....

GAH SO MUCH HOMEWORK. LARGE HISTORY TEST I AM NOT PREPARED FOR. AH.
Oh, and Lincoln. WHOOHOO for gratuitous sex scenes.

Being sick sucks ass

So I have the flu. I'm ALWAYS sick...I am not exaggerating.
I spent my Tuesday night shivering, crying, and sweating out a fever on my couch. I have no idea why I cry when I am sick...
FAIL.
I also hate school with a deep, burning passion.
I am remarkably at a loss for words, internet world....