Knocking Gishy Off the Top
So, how is everyone?
Mentally speaking, I've been going downhill for some time now. Since I've now been found perched on a cliff edge in the middle of the night on two seperate occasions, my parents have encouraged me to see a doctor.
I'm less than ecstatic at the prospect of being pumped full of antidepressants, but since my friends are starting to become slightly scared of me (I look about as good as I feel, and trying to explain that I'm mentally unstable doesn't seem to be helping for some reason), I'll give them a go.
I don't actually feel guilty about upsetting people, but I know I probably will when/if I get better; so I'm trying to pretend I'm OK in what I hope is a vaguely convincing manner. If pills can help me do that, then so be it. I just hope I'll be able to come off of them when I want to.
tl;dr Apologies in retrospect if I've been boring recently; Apologies in advance if I start acting strangely in the future.
Things I have not done:
1) Dye my hair black
2) Talk down to everyone
3) Attempt to surround myself with shady mystique