oh great...*shouts to the gods* Go on, make my life worse, I dare you!!!

good lord. people yelling at me, people being paranoid, thinking they can't trust me, people talking about me behind my back, people spreading rumours...
now what? people putting me on Zoloft???? Yeah, that's right.

went to see my lovely doctor about this and that and now (according to her) i'm depressed and have to see a psychiatrist. yay. so...supposed to be starting the meds soonish (not sure when). should be fun.

what else?

oh yeah. apparently someone's been talking to a couple of the people that i wrote about in here, so (for their safety, of course) i removed the two entries.

shit's tough (again) with my girl...she's having troubles (duh) and so am i...this means that i can't be strong for her and that, 'coz of herstuff, i guess (unintentionally) my stuff comes in second place to her because she's having enough troubles dealing with herself....

now she hates me because i'm going on medication...believe me...i don't want it. i only agreed to it because my girlfriend needs me to be strong. i'm going to go on this horrid suicide medication so i can get better faster to be strong for my girl. she's pretty much just told me to fuck myself. whatever babe.

and now...seemingly, i'm single...fan fucking tastic. you wanna heal yourself, princess, then don't be a fucking queen about it. don't carry on about how you're gonna off urself. either be motivated (like u r for uni) and try and help yourself, or shut the hell up and wallow in ur pity quietly. but raven, i know you can get better. u just gotta work. and i'm here all the way, b/f or not.