Oh for fuck's sake.

In an hour I get to go play a round of "this is what's wrong with me" at Amy's (madame la directrice). I hate this game. Talking about problems when I have a perfectly good grasp on them and am goinng to sound normal sucks. If I was completely unbalanced people would get the picture faster.

I am also on the bleeding. This fucking sucks.

Wish me luck in actually getting some shit resolved or I might give up next semester. Not really, of course, 'cause that'd be letting my emotion beat out my intellect and I refuse, but it's really tempting,