Disappointed

It really surprised me, actually; psychiatrists really are something; I think I acted pretty well to give a healthy impression, and althought I had to answer a test, I managed to fake some symptoms. Also had to lie a couple of times. "I've never considered killing myself!". Laugh out loud. He diagnosed me with depression anyway. "Moderated depression." I was told I was depressed before but now I think it's for real or something. They're medicating me now. Lexapro. Supposed to start taking it tomorrow.

I felt kind of gray. "Moderated depression." I figured I was actually hopping to get a severe one diagnosed. I shouldn't have acted. I don't know if you understand, but I'd rather be healthy or fucked than just slightly fucked. At least it wasn't a light one.

Nontheless, I don't want to take any shit. I will probably dump my pills and make them think I'm actually taking them. Someone should understand this. And to understand I am fucking stupid. I wonder what will happen when they figure that out. I'm excited.

Next is a picture of heart-shaped marshmallows.

In other news, Jill got vaccinated twice by mistake (one a few days ago, one today). I hope she stays all right.

I feel content.