Today was awful. I'm not getting the fantastic response to the Wellbutrin that i got last time. I know it's only the second day but before i felt better almost instantly.

My idiot older sister posted something to Facebook with enraged me. It was a quote about how being healed is a choice we make on a daily basis. Wha? So, i CHOOSE to have bipolar? She's such a j@ck@$$. I left an 'angry' emoticon but i doubt i'll hear anything about it. She's such a fool, always has been.

My experiment with meal replacement and protein drinks has ended in failure because i keep getting stomach aches. I think it's because they're too milky. It doesn't matter that much as i was not feeling any better on them, no improvement in energy or anything else. They were expensive too.

In good news, i managed to do a load of laundry, take a shower i was overdue for, play Scrabble and do the garbage.

Just feel so sh!tty.