This is the blog of a depressive schizophrenic.
What do you think of when you read that? "Oh, blah, it's all going to be about her suicide attempts and how she hears the voice of Jesus talking to her"? Well, I'll be honest with you, it's probably partly going to be about that, except I haven't had a suicide attempt in a year and I don't hear the voice of Jesus. The general theme might be the same, though. I'm 22 years old, I live near London, and I've been hearing voices for 2+ years. I've been depressed a lot longer, but only diagnosed since just before my eighteenth birthday. Now you know the facts, do you want to stick around?
To be frank, I don't care if you do or you don't. This is no 90dayjane (hush! Do not dare to speak her name in the land of blogspot!), there's not a deep and meaningful reason that you should stick around and read this. It might be fun to come back and poke the crazy girl every now and then -- poke her with sticks! -- but apart from that, where's the amusement? NEWSFLASH. I am not here to fucking amuse you. Get over yourself. Why am I here? To write about my life. My parents know how to use the internet, they're not technologically backward, but the idea of blogs and online journals are alien to them -- they don't even have Facebook. And, although I use my real name online, I don't pop up when you Google it, so I'm not worried about them finding me. And if they do? Well, hi, Mum and Dad! This is what I really feel!
I've written too much. I'm sure there'll be more in the days and maybe even weeks to come. If you feel like coming back and poking the crazy, go ahead. If you don't, then don't. It's no skin off mine.
What do you think of when you read that? "Oh, blah, it's all going to be about her suicide attempts and how she hears the voice of Jesus talking to her"? Well, I'll be honest with you, it's probably partly going to be about that, except I haven't had a suicide attempt in a year and I don't hear the voice of Jesus. The general theme might be the same, though. I'm 22 years old, I live near London, and I've been hearing voices for 2+ years. I've been depressed a lot longer, but only diagnosed since just before my eighteenth birthday. Now you know the facts, do you want to stick around?
To be frank, I don't care if you do or you don't. This is no 90dayjane (hush! Do not dare to speak her name in the land of blogspot!), there's not a deep and meaningful reason that you should stick around and read this. It might be fun to come back and poke the crazy girl every now and then -- poke her with sticks! -- but apart from that, where's the amusement? NEWSFLASH. I am not here to fucking amuse you. Get over yourself. Why am I here? To write about my life. My parents know how to use the internet, they're not technologically backward, but the idea of blogs and online journals are alien to them -- they don't even have Facebook. And, although I use my real name online, I don't pop up when you Google it, so I'm not worried about them finding me. And if they do? Well, hi, Mum and Dad! This is what I really feel!
I've written too much. I'm sure there'll be more in the days and maybe even weeks to come. If you feel like coming back and poking the crazy, go ahead. If you don't, then don't. It's no skin off mine.
