Oh, college.

College applications suck.

So does planning college visits. They're so unnecessarily complicated and time consuming.

I wish they could do it all for me and I could just get there already. But sometimes I wonder if I'll be able to take care of myself in college. I'm sure I will because I'll know that I'm the only one responsible for myself. But there is also the very ominous chance that my life could slip away if things don't get better.

But luckily, I just started Prozac two days ago. It takes two weeks to build up and start working, but I'm very hopeful. Especially because I didn't take any medicine for, oh, two or three months. My parents reprimanded me slightly, but I could tell they were concerned. Which was helpful when, you know, you don't think anyone cares or gives you a second thought. It stops me from going down that road and having an "episode" or "depressive bout" as I like to label them.

So, things are looking up. For now.
[Except those bloody applications.]