I got diagnosed by my physician yesterday as being severely depressed. I had described to him a very objective vision problem, where I have completely disconnected from reality, so far as to hallucinate while I'm awake and see things in 2-D. I don't do any drugs, I eat well, exercise daily and sleep 8 hrs/night.
I work a job typing all day for the local newspaper in Santa Rosa, CA. It's godawful, but it could be worse.
So! I'm not stoked on...
depression
solipsism (seriously, google it.)
the cop who talked to me and my friends for doorbell ditching last night (we're all 20 - 25 y/o)
anything at all
no sex drive whatsoever
Santa Rosa spots (the grass IS always greener on the other side)
how floppy the Leo shoes got so quickly. But they're good! Just thin and floppy.
no laundry machines at my house
my job
900+ text messages on top of my plan last month. Stoked.
I need braces and just realizing it now. Clear-plastic brace-thingies, here I come!
Things I should be stoked on, however?
I just won a child-support related court case with my millionaire father. He hadn't paid in 2.5+ years ($1,000 CAD/month = $900 USD), and since I've been (and am) a full-time student, the judge ruled in our favor. My mother and I will split roughly $32,000 USD down the middle, and then I get the $900 each month to pay for my rent in San Francisco while I go to school for fashion design at FIDM. These payments continue until I finish college.
I am healthy as a (healthy) horse, physically at least.
I have more money than I know what to do with
weather is great here
I'm good looking and well-built
the school I will be going to in 6 weeks is literally 90% girls and then a good mix of gay guys in there as well.
I get to live in SF in a studio apartment on somebody else's dime.
I'm not bad at skateboarding (it took 9 years and I still enjoy it, when I'm not losing my mind and hallucinating)
Unfortunately none of these things matter when you don't give a shit about them.
It's nice to get shit out sometimes.