The future is not what we thought it was

Soooo yeah. Since the last post, I HAVE LEARNED MY LESSON! something bad DID happen and i DID feel it! who'dathunk. WHO'D A THUNK. ok enough yelling.

I'm back to feeling normal now but it took about a week after a bad thing that happened and, when it happened, felt like the world caving in. That was a little scary. But good! These drugs are not meant to protect me from experiencing life, and life has ups and downs. They're meant to protect me from the constant lows that my brain chemicals deemed me deserving of, those bastards. So even though at the time i was all, wtf mate, i realize now that it was good. It was good that i could still feel bad. After reading my last post, i really reaize that...and, relatedly, i will be able to really feel good when something good happens. See how it works? It's all, magic n shit. Anyhoo. I feel the need to constantly update you, theoretical reader, of which there are 4, whenever something big changes (but no seriously--it's whenever i'm a tiny bit drunk with nothing else to do). One day when this bitch blows up it'll be known as the drunk depression blog. Yeah! OK enough of that.

So what if bad things happen. So what if they feel real bad. I'm going to feel better eventually--soon--and it's because i've done the right things with myself these past few months. I hope that one day kids'll read this blog who feel or have felt the same as me, and all i can say is, getting help is so fucking good. It sucks to talk about yourself, it sucks to take medicine every day, it sucks to feel stunted and fucked up and dulled and crazy, but it's better than one gigantic looming other option that pops up now and then. Life is so fucking good. Fix it. Get it fixed somewhere.