Today is still bad. Yesterday I had to take 10 Klonopin when I am only supposed to take up to 1. The anxiety was that bad. I was hearing things all day and yelling at everything. The only positive about today is most of the day I just slept. Now I am up again. I listen to music to drown out any noise but other times its overpowering. I am completely hopeless and feel worthless. My crappy art keeps getting kicked out of places or in fact make the places out of business. I am the Dark One. The Dark Power of Influence. That's me! My brother keeps on being himself but I love him. He is huggable and lovable. I am just so tired. No energy whatsoever. I just don't care about things. There are mice in the house as well. It is because I live in the middle of nowhere in the year 1812. Real high tech, eh? There are some areas out here that hasn't even invented electricity! Literally. When I first moooooooved (yes I meant to sound like a cow as that is our population out here) here in the Middle of Nowhere year 1800 (2000 city year) cable TV hasn't been invented and same with high speed internet. I am a realist and grandpa is a realist and we form a team, "Keeping it Real." That makes me proud. The problem is that my psychologist wants me to take an IQ test. I have a phobia of IQ tests since on most of my IQ tests I only score between 78 and 85, Borderline Intellectual Functioning. Just not that bright.