I hate how having been off of my medication for over a year (march of last year) I still seem to require it. I can't sit down and write like I used to earlier in the year. >.>
1) It doesn't make any sense.
2) It isn't as much as it is not being able to come up with ideas. The movie is there. The direction I'm going exists in my mind, but I'm having trouble controlling my concentration.
I also hate how several people have told me that my mood goes up and down randomly. I've called that therapist and I'm going in ASAP for either tests, or information on where I can go to get the proper tests to determine if I have Bi Polar.
I'm beginning to notice it too. I'm going to be relieved honestly if I have it.
I hate how I can't seem to bring myself to change my lifestyle no matter how bad I see things becoming. As I exit my teens my weight is going to begin working against me in harsher ways than it did earlier in life.
I'm certain I've already fucked my left knee up for life. It cracks nearly all the time and the ligaments around the knee cap ache...alot.
I hate how I bought a DVD drive for my computer when I had a CD Burner already in my room...behind my night stand. I could have stayed the spending of that 40 dollars another 5 months.
FML.
EDIT: Re-reading this post, I also hate how my mind moves onto the next thought mid sentence resulting in cut off sentences.
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1) It doesn't make any sense.
2) It isn't as much as it is not being able to come up with ideas. The movie is there. The direction I'm going exists in my mind, but I'm having trouble controlling my concentration.
I also hate how several people have told me that my mood goes up and down randomly. I've called that therapist and I'm going in ASAP for either tests, or information on where I can go to get the proper tests to determine if I have Bi Polar.
I'm beginning to notice it too. I'm going to be relieved honestly if I have it.
I hate how I can't seem to bring myself to change my lifestyle no matter how bad I see things becoming. As I exit my teens my weight is going to begin working against me in harsher ways than it did earlier in life.
I'm certain I've already fucked my left knee up for life. It cracks nearly all the time and the ligaments around the knee cap ache...alot.
I hate how I bought a DVD drive for my computer when I had a CD Burner already in my room...behind my night stand. I could have stayed the spending of that 40 dollars another 5 months.
FML.
EDIT: Re-reading this post, I also hate how my mind moves onto the next thought mid sentence resulting in cut off sentences.
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