I should do something with this thing. Not that it really means anything... but... yeah. I guess I lost a lot of my respect for DA a while ago and I'm just now realizing it. Anyway... been kind of down lately, dunno why, and also been having problems focusing. Saw the psychiatrist again, recently, after having all sorts of mishaps trying to reschedule because NCBH fuxxed a bunch of people over in closing all their California clinics, including me. Meh. We talked for a good long while after getting the insurance stuff filled out, and so on. I really tried to get the point across that I felt I might be a bit bi-polar like my mother, and that I'm pretty convinced I have some form of ADD. Well, I got to take some tests. One for diagnosing ADD/ADHD and the other for various anxiety disorders. My results? I suffer from ADD, of the attention variety, and a social anxiety disorder... though neither one is major in and of itself. According to the doctor anyway. Yeah.
I think the ADD might have something to do with why I can never seem to stick with character concepts, or the little worlds and stories my brain churns out... ergh.
Why am I putting this here? Because I have nowhere else to, I guess.... well.... meh. Cross-posting to my LJ and calling it a day for the heavy thinking about my situation.

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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
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