Fifty three; first post made with my iPod!

Let's see how this goes.

So I never actually thought people read this thing. So when I was told to check my comments to watch out for spam and such, I decided to check. I didn't think people actually read and commented on this. Oh goodness, how embarrassing! But still kind of nice to see that there are people out there who care.

I'll probably forget that people read this and won't start filtering my thoughts. But this one suddenly lost a whole heck of a lot of content..

Um..

Right. So.

Last Sunday or so mom and I walked in on Corban and his girlfriend.. Doing things on the couch. My brother is a man. And I couldn't stop laughing for the rest of the night, at his expense.

As i think I said in my last post, my anxiety was getting really bad. I missed nearly a whole week of school. It wasn't good. So mom took me to the doctors, my panic attacks were starting to scare her. He made me take a few tests, since apparently anxiety and depression can go hand in hand. The tests were "in the passed two weeks have you...." then rare them out of four. Four being the highest (happened a lot).

Obviously I couldn't be 100% honest about it since my mom was sitting right beside me. But I tried to be. I was put in the "mildly - moderately depressed" section. Which I wouldn't disagree with.

He put me on Prozac. The one drug my mom didn't want me on. She knew too many people who went.. Completely different when they were on it.

So far so good.

Back to my problem with Internet guys..

I met yet another. BUT this one is four hours away. And I visit there at least once a year.

I mentioned that we were heading down this spring break and he asked if he would be getting a visit. I was flattered he that he actually wanted one! (I asked. I didn't just infer). But I said no, I mean he's off the Internet and we just started talking. We shall see how badly this will kill my self esteem in the future.

Paul has been wondering around again. Talking to mom. Creepy asshat needs to leave us alone. I really would do virtually anything to get him away from us.

Teachers are on strike. No school.

My sleep schedule has been screwed up, so this is good.

Thanks stress!

I should stop procrastinating and do my homework. But that sounds too easy. I like making my life even more difficult.

Well.. That's it for now I guess.