that's how i feel. like there are a hundred little eyes staring and blinking at me. sly, hidden, dark and whispering little eyes. i imagine that that statement must sound disturbing but it is how i feel. i'm not paranoid; i don't think they'll harm me...no i think they would but it's that i believe they can't harm me. they would if they could.
What's going on with me?
I'm an artist so I tend to express myself visually sometimes so don't let the weird cats disturb you. It's just that they captured the essence so well.
I may be put back on Paxil soon if my current state doesn't lift. i'd like that actually because paxil worked quite well for me before. i had a huge fight with my mother and sister last night and the bf and i are stuggling; he called this morning to say that he hopes we can work this through. nothing seems ok right now.
i sleep...all the time. i barely eat or i eat too much. i'm cranky, frustrated, i missed a period last month because exams had me stressed so now i feel like i've been PMSing for the last month ( the campus doctor doesn't want to induce it..."don't worry, just hold out, it's on it's way"), i can't concentrate...it's difficult to even be creative because i find no joy in that.
And of course the thing depression can't be without: I think everyone hates me....
