Pfft. Rambling fine. Likewise hugs. Being scratchy is understandable; I've been similarly so, but have been choosing to make bitchy posts. :p
(I keep meaning to respond to comments in my LJ and not getting around to it, btw, but insofar as I was "depressed"[1], I was over it by the beginning of March, and the "drugs" was a bad, bad experiment with seeing if I get on the Pil any better now, and the answer is no, no I *don't*...)
'rah for considering it, at any rate! - though yes, the reasons for not all make sense, alas, and it's completely understandable that you're not feeling up to overt reeducation policies.
Me, I'm busy trying to gently persuade my mother that really, buying me a Nice Suit for university interviews won't be the Worst Thing in the World...
[1] As ever, no official diagnosis, but the growing obsession with Sharp Things and the massive reluctance to drag myself out of bed and the lack of caring about anything were clues that something was amiss.
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(I keep meaning to respond to comments in my LJ and not getting around to it, btw, but insofar as I was "depressed"[1], I was over it by the beginning of March, and the "drugs" was a bad, bad experiment with seeing if I get on the Pil any better now, and the answer is no, no I *don't*...)
'rah for considering it, at any rate! - though yes, the reasons for not all make sense, alas, and it's completely understandable that you're not feeling up to overt reeducation policies.
Me, I'm busy trying to gently persuade my mother that really, buying me a Nice Suit for university interviews won't be the Worst Thing in the World...
[1] As ever, no official diagnosis, but the growing obsession with Sharp Things and the massive reluctance to drag myself out of bed and the lack of caring about anything were clues that something was amiss.