First things first, I feel as if you have a right to know what happened last night and these past few days. This is rather hard to express into words, so do bare with me. At frequent points during my day, I have these explosive moments, where I either want to cry uncontrollably or be alarmingly angry at myself. It's been happening a lot and last night it reached a scary low. I was in my room and one minute I was sobbing on my pillow, the next I was punching the wall. I also cut myself to cope with both feelings. I tried to explain my feelings today during a personal tutorial, but I don't quite know where to start. The best I could come up with was that my life seems to feel like it is confined to a small room and the idea of leaving it seems too much and unmanageable; losing a sense of time and ambition. In other words, I feel as if I'm depressed. I can't throw the term around, but I know my mind and body more than anyone else and what I am feeling isn't healthy. I think it's time I seek help now.
Moving on before things get hella emotional. Phallus. Or dicks as we simple and childish folk prefer. Ah, yes, a good ol' dick to brighten the day. In our lecture/seminar today we focused on Antigone and we had a debate about who Sophocles thought was right, or something like that.. My group had to argue for Creon, even though no one truly believed he was right. Well, some did, but whatevs. The only point I could come up with was that because he was a man, with a phallus, he was technically right as men in Ancient Greece were ranked higher than women. So yeah, dicks before chicks as it would seem. And that was my day. A lot of phallus which always makes me smile.
Oh, and this is Dorris. She likes warm hugs and Hollywood Undead; make her feel at home in your hearts like she is in mine!