I felt good on the Prozac - confident, not the least bit suicidally depressed. I had to come off of it because it was making me so anxious that I was starting to become depressed again. Now I'm on Zoloft. Only one week in on 25 mg. Feel so depressed that I can't move. I just stare at the walls. I have school, so I can't slack off now. I get unreasonably anxious just thinking about school. I don't want to think about my future, but I need to do some planning right now. Registration for classes next semester starts soon.

In a way I can't stand being at home. I love my apartment, but it's so depressing, too. There's my dreaded desk and this infernal computer. It's a monstrosity of a laptop - not convenient for taking to a coffee shop. Coffee shops are where I get most of my productive school work done. I know, go to a coffee shop then. But then my parrot gets upset with me being out all day and acts out by screaming. Gah! He also screams because I'm depressed. Not a supportive and comforting pet like a cat or dog.

I think I'll get out of here anyway - damn the parrot. Just being here makes me depressed.