To be honest, I'm still lying in bed not existing. My mind is more of a fuzz, not really comprehending what people are saying to me. I have no social life. Actually Anti-Social. Ironic, hmm? I stopped caring what others thought of me, because it would give me such terrible headaches. So I just research. A lot. I guess it's become an obsession, It's how I found out I'm not "normal" by today standards. I'm to young for a job and spend tons of time on the computer to where my parents have set Parent Controls so I can't be on as long as I want. I guess I've been soul-searching. I've found a new religion, my mom got me a therapist that I see once a month and have her email. I take anti-depressions, but I still feel it isn't enough. But I continue to live. I found myself actually liking certain things, but it seems like what I liked when I went under is nothing I now. My break down was this year. I hated everything. People wouldn't even come close because I'd glare at em. I have yet to find the eye of the hurricane, But every storm runs out of rain~