Classes are evil

A post, because I haven't in a month, and I wanted an excuse to use the Anderpants icon.


So, as this is a newish journal, I'm going to guess that most people reading this don't know that I'm bi-polar. My dad is as well, but I was just diagnosed in late March/early April. Now, this doesn't mean much, except that I finally have a reason for why I've had to force myself to be around people, and been all over the place emotionally for the last few years. My highs, it seems, aren't very high. They are brief and mostly have to do with racing thoughts of story plots and scenes that I can't quiet down to work on anything else. My lows, however, are low and tend to leave me in my bed, hating the world and being so tired that even getting food seems like an exorbitant amount of work. When the lows last for months on end? It is very much not conductive to getting school work done. In fact, I ended up spending a good year and a half hiding from my friends, family, and pretty much everything except for fanfiction and my cat.

( tl;dr of classes and colleges inside )