So I just finished an essay test for my internet course and it took all I had in me not to freak out and start crying and just drop the class. I've done almost none of the reading even though it's an awesome class but I think I did pretty good considering how close I came to just saying fuck it like I've done with all my other classes I've ever taken. I broke down and started taking those damn pills after spending nearly all sunday crying and trying to figure out why. I hope I'm doing the right thing. I really don't know anymore. Everyone I know tells me I don't need them but no one really knows how bad I get when I'm alone. I guess that's my fault for never talking to any one about it. The Simpsons are on! That always helps me feel better. 
Just remember, when you need a laugh, just watch Homer do something stupid.