my mom is under the impression that I’m suffering from depression and I don’t know how to counter her or convince her otherwise, it’s making her worried and angry and it’s making me snappy and sad, besides I’ve no one to talk to, so I feel like a big useless lump of nothing.
I guess I’ll just watch Fargo and pass out. I hope I’ll feel better about myself when I go back to the UK. there’s so little to do here that I feel poisoned, almost.
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sherlock sitting (sulking) around in john’s sweater