I actually considered becoming a counselor once. It's not me. What kind of anarchistic depressed ponytail wearing Harry Potter looking writing junkie mathematics failure is a counselor?! (Joke.)

Seriously I do agree with that description. I'm getting things sorted out in school being the 'dog' I am. That's actually my new nickname; dog/canine/mutt, because I have sufficient facial hair to look like one!

Seriously, I think it's good I can take this lightly considering I was ready to die on Saturday. Maybe I'll be OK. MAYBE...

(Tip: when feeling depressed and down on yourself, listen to "We are the Champions" by Queen. It really helps!)