February 2012
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I cannot explain how much respect I have for the producers and writers of Glee. Despite being what I used to think was an overly dramatic show, it really does cover all the boards when it comes to teenage America as of late. We’ve had teenage pregnancy, bullying, suicide attempts, body image, university pressure, divorce, texting and driving, (an attempt at a) teenage marriage and most...
I’m having a day off. I’m frustrated and restricted. It feels more than that. I go to the stupid doctor’s and she gives me a higher dose because I’m getting bad again. If I have to answer that stupid depression questionnaire ONE more time I will kill myself. It makes me feel so stupid and useless. Yes, I have a problem but must we act like it’s all a game? I’m...
Lately, everything I say out loud makes me sound as though I’m (stereotypically) high.
“That smoke has like.. colours in it. Pink and green! Look, colours! PINK AND GREEN COLOURS!”
“It’s weird that everyone is connected, like I know someone who knows someone that knows someone that I also know. IT WEIRDS ME OUT!”
IT GOES ON.
