Hello little blog, it's been a long time. I have been suicidally depressed pretty much every day since before I went to the hospital, so you don't get quite as much attention as you deserve (which isn't much-- you're just a place to type stuff). Oh, and when not wishing I were dead, I've just not cared at all. Seeing the world around me from a distance of one thousand leagues. If only I had a pair of thousand league boots, my life would be but a mere step away.
Today I care just a little bit more. I am feeling something. Something being shaken loose. My jaw muscles twitching, an accidental guffaw now and then. Of course, that just makes me worried that I will get MANIC and THEN THE WORLD WILL FALL APART. Or that is what I am led to believe. The thing I am most worried about with getting manic is that my doctor will want me to increase those nasty meds that make me stoopid and faat and sloow.
Seriously, how much time can I spend staring at the fucking wall forgetting what I was supposed to be doing? Actually, quite a lot of time. I am not even sure how much, but it must be hours, because I am not sure how the days fly past and I'm always behind.
Anyway, you didn't want me to write about that, blog, did you? You want to know about Mary the three legged mouse and Bit O'Honey.
Two things I love.
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