I hate it when i have no motivation to do anything at all, least of all schoolwork.

So i finally spoke to a councillor. Be proud guys. Ok, yeah, it was just one of those anonymous phone councillors, and i couldn’t tell her everything, but hopefully this’ll work. I’ll explain; Anyone who is ‘in danger’ of harming yourself (and yeah, that includes suicidal thoughts) or someone else…well, if your councillor finds out, they will ‘encourage’ you to give up your name and can pass on your information to whoever they see fit. Not looking so anonymous now, eh?

But all ‘society is corrupt’ aside, it really did help, and i finally have someone to go to when i have my weird ‘lets-breakdown-and-cry-while-your-melancholy-thoughts-literally-paralyse-you’ episodes. So it turns out i need to get myself to a GP asap so he can find me a therapist (and probably meds). Joy.

But first i need to tell my Mum…Fuck.