I posted an extremely personal and biographical essay about my childhood and mid-teenage years. I took it down because I didn't quite feel as comfortable with it as I thought I did.
SO, if you're interested, say something in the comments, and if enough of you want to read it, I'll r-r-r-repost it.
In other news, I went to bed early for once, which is why I'm posting so early. Felt good. Lots of sexy dreams, so the Zoloft hasn't robbed me of my overactive sex drive at least XD
By the way, if by reading any of my shit, you think you might be bipolar or depressed...SEE A DOCTOR NOW! Last night I had to listen to my mom fighting with her boyfriend for hours upon hours because he gets upset that she just won't leave him alone when he looks upset.
I open up to the people I'm close to and trust, (which is not my mom by the way, more on that later), but even with them, they know that if something's bothering me and I don't want to talk about it, I just want to be left alone for awhile. The space makes it easier to breathe, you know?
Although, there's a special lady out there who knows exactly how to calm me down without letting me suffer in solitude, and that's pretty damn awesome.
Again, if you guys want to read the autobiographical essay, I'll repost it.