Now everyone thinks I'm clinically depressed, even Matt and Chloe. My bio teacher stopped me after class to tell me about his wife's depression and his sister and etcetera and it was very kind, and make me like him a bit more, but it made me realize that I never specified that I was sort of getting over that hump. I'm not clinical--I've never even seen a shrink! I'm just a little lonely since my friends left. All these people talking about depression are making me feel sad again! I'm fine! I promise!

And I don't think you guys are sexist. You know who you are.




Edit: two of my three fish that I bought last weekend died. The third one started eating them. I couldn't bear to do anything about it and I had nightmares about tiny black-tailed fish eating my flesh. My mom said she'd flush them for me.

Poor fish.