Two days ago I felt like cutting my wrists but didn’t act on the impulse because unshaved, with no make-up and chipped nail polish, I’d make an ugly corpse. Therefore, the next day I proceeded to paint my nails, and today I removed my fur and also had a haircut. I’m back to being a person rather than an unkempt animal. Now I am perfectly ready to slit my wrists, alas, I don’t feel like it today. As I like to say: I painted my nails. The world is as it should be now.
I suspect I’m bipolar (a fancy term for extreme mood swings). Mental note (literally mental): notify my psychiatrist of my new diagnosis. On this note, I idly googled the number of the diagnosis I have in my psychiatric documentation and discovered that I was labelled with a Mixed Personality Disorder. Even Google is unsure what the heck that means. Besides that I’m a psychopath, of course. Another mental note: don’t google your diagnoses. Ever. It will just scare the shit out of you.
Also, thank yous and acknowledgements: I was genuinely surprised and very happy with the encouraging and witty comments on my previous somewhat depressing suicidal post. You actually cheered me up, guys. Thank you for taking the time and effort to do so, rather than doing something far more interesting.