I feel sad. No, not that kind of sad, but pathetic sad. I got in to work late today on account of the movie last night, so I’m still here, which doesn’t bother me too much… I’ve always been able to manage okay by myself (i.e. being sent to my room was never really an effective punishment as a child). But my energy swings have been something crazy–one minute I’ll be squirming in my chair with excess energy; fifteen minutes later I took a nap for an hour, head in my arms on the desktop, college-style (heh). Weirdness.
I’ve firmly decided that I’ll never get used to having feelings. They’ll always unsettle me.
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… and the unsettledness from feelings will always be the reason my mother thinks i should be medicated.