Shattered.

As the sky is clearing
You clear your mind
Hide all mirrors not to see
What the morphine couldn't hide

I don't feel much like myself right now. My meds aren't working, the trips to the psychologist are driving me mad and I slept until 7pm today just to avoid the day. I can't stand myself.

There's not much to write about, days are filled with nothing and I'm even bored.

So, what does a teenager who doesn't go to school do during the daytime, Kent?

I've had a really up-down-up-down day. I don't think there's a word that equates to up-down-up-down because I typed it into an online thesaurus and it was all what ya chatting about, asshole? Which makes me suspect that it's an American thesaurus. Mostly because I've always assumed that thesauruseses (thesauri?) have American accents.

...Right?

Cookery books have French accents.

Anyway.

My day was kinda awesome at first because I set up the Wii and turned the volume up so I could walk around my house with the controller and nunchuck and box things whilst listening to the poor guy on the TV getting the crap beat out of him. Scared the neighbours when I went near the window though. Never a good idea, they have a big lump of rottweiler that's just gasping for exercise.

Then my exam timetable arrived, cementing the whole oh hell no, I am NOT going back to school thing nice and tight.

Had two panic attacks consecutively after that.

Watched Animal Park which is just awesome because I'm absolutely in love with the wonderful, lovely, too-eccentric Lord Bath, who is probably most famous in the US for being the crazy guy in the sweater from Guidespot's "Awkward Family Portraits will make you say 'WTF?'" (first portrait on the left).

And then I adopted the word 'Pleb' with a capital P because it's my new thing.

And that was my day. See how little I have to work with here?

My shiny new meds are making me high.

You know when you feel slightly insane? It's AWESOME isn't it?

Don't answer that.

I spent all morning lolling around on (note 'on', not 'in' which makes me absolutely not even remotely lazy at all ever oh my gob shut up) my bed pondering how much it sucks because you can't even cough without it creaking like a leather bikini, pondering about the logistics of turning my bedroom into an inbuilt aquarium.

I ate three strawberry cornettos in ten minutes.

I kinda sorta attacked my sister in a flying-hug-without-affection sort of way and ended up lying on the floor for twenty minutes afterwards laughing and yelling 'CURSE YOU VILLAIN, SHE'S DYING' at the ceiling.

And then we laughed a lot. Me. Cleo. Laughing. With her, not at her.

Something is tragically wrong here.