finally told my parents about this whole thing i've been dealing with over the last year. Burned out from school and I didn't want to go back for a while, but thought if my parents found out I wouldn't have a home to go back to. tax season rolled around and I decided prison wasn't worth lying about my spending over the past year. they're ok with it. it'll be a disruption, but I don't have to worry about that hanging over my head. I can get back to figuring out this whole depression thing, and actually work on finishing school rather than having "stay in athens or die" be the modus operandi. Something about not having the freedom to move around bothers the hell out of me, but not having that freedom for a few months while I get my head sorted out isn't so bad. 's not like i'm on house arrest either, mom and dad both respect i'm an adult and that... well, there's something to be said for constantly expecting the worst case scenario and having the best case play out. haven't talked to my brothers about it, so that'll happen at some point. My friends, either. i think mom knows about the depression, though she's nice enough to call it a "chemical imbalance," which is technically true. i actually like it a bit more than giving this nebulous disorder names that scream 'psychosis,' closer to what the fuck the problem actually is. that'll be another thing to deal with, and it'll be a hell of a thing.
Hell though, i'm already at the bottom. time to get to the top inch by fucking inch. if God thinks i'm gonna take this little shitshow lying down he's got a hell of a surprise in store for him.
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