I’m Depressed Maybe Possibly Or Not

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OK. Fine.

I’m depressed. [I got distracted after I wrote that and wandered around the internet before remembering I was supposed to be writing something over here. Oops.]

Reality bores me.

Remember when I wrote that one thing about going off my meds? Well, I did and things were pretty much the way they had been and so whatever, right? Then I started damn NaNoWriMo and felt no urge to write anything over here…which you might have noticed.

That’s actually probably when things started to go downhill. Tons of self-doubt. Family things.

Sad panda

I watched a hell of a lot of Netflix–White Collar–and had numerous inappropriate thoughts about Matt Bomer [I have no regrets.] and read a lot of books.

A lot. Of books.

Bunches.

Reading Pushing Daisies

What’s funny is I enjoyed all that stuff.

A lot.

The internet and writing and all the drama and bullshit didn’t interest me at all. Does that make me depressed? I still enjoyed something, right? If I’m depressed then I wouldn’t enjoy anything, right? I’m confusing myself.

Then again…

Everything sucks

I guess it’s time to make an appointment with my psychologist, huh? Heather isn’t going to leave me alone until I do.

Megara

Before anyone asks and for the record and all that, I’m not suicidal. I’m not going to off myself. I’m not even going to run away.

I’m just

meh

By Amy @ Taste Like Crazy

I am a writer. I am a wife. I am a mom. I am a gamer. I am riddled with ADD. Order changes daily.