Today, I dropped one of my two classes.

I see my therapist Wednesday. She'll catch on eventually that I'm self destructive and whimsical to no end, and it always negatively impacts me.

I'm not so sure I should even try to be a therapist. I mean, I'm good. I know people and I'm great at figuring things out, helping people achieve clarity, and I do not really talk much (and when I do, people don't listen).

I went to the ER during an episode and they think, apparently, that I just need 600mg of Ibuprofen for my "headache." I only get headaches ~70% of the time. The rest of it, I don't know, it's messy and I'll talk another day, but there's something wrong with my brain. They did give me a CT scan, but nothing showed up because, hell even I know, I don't have a growth or anything, it's just my neurons misfiring and tripping out.

Well, they know I'm not on drugs (duh) and that I don't have meningitis (I got a vaccination five years ago, so it was incredibly unlikely to begin with).

But I have an appointment with a neurologist next month.


I don't know what I'm doing anymore.