Well, today's my birthday. I'm 21 now.
Got to enjoy my appointment with the therapist or phychologist or whatever it's called, and now I feel like more crap, got some more pressure put on me, and generally either had the things I said ignored, or just repeated back to me word for word, as if I didn't already know that I'm depressed and have pent up aggression.
I'm now at the library, hopefully this time I won't be getting rushed to leave every 5 seconds like the last few times.
I tried to explain to the people I'm with (I don't actually live in the same building as them, but it's the same sort of deal) that the reason I like being on the Internet is that I don't just feel the urge to be creative, but to actually show that creativity to other people who share similar intrests to me.
They got me a notebook so I can draw in it, succeeding in both completely not understanding what I just said, and failing to realize that if a notebook would help, I'd already be using the 6 other ones they got me the past 6 times I tried to explain this to them.
Yesterday I accidentily cut myself on a knife, so now I have to hide it because everyone treats me like I'm one step away from killing myself since last week, and they'd probably flip their shit if they saw it.
I'd consider getting drunk off my ass but I have to work tomorrow.
Ok, now I'm being rushed to leave again, awesome.