spoopty23

Hello, everybody! Another long time no see, but there's a reason for it. Again. So, I got a new psychiatrist recently, and guess what: I have Bipolar Disorder #2, which means I suffer from mood swings usually ending in bits of pure RANCOUR. So, that's the reason I'm so ANGRY all the time! Luckily, I was able to get meds for it, though I still have nothing for the anxiety and the depression. The PTSD is still kicking my ass, but, one problem at a time. So, not so good news; Our neighbors, for whatever reason, are dicks, and won't stop harassing us. They've called in "complaints" about our house twice now.even though we've been in that stupid neighborhood for over 10 years. Not going to get into the details because the circumstances that led to this only leaves me wanting to bellow with pure fury, screaming at those who caused these problems in the first place that could have easily been avoided if the 4 people I live with weren't huge women-children, while simultaneously beating them

Another journal entry with little else to show. Working on Saturdays sucks, but it gives me a chance to try to catch up with everyone. 'Sup, peeps?? As some of you may have noticed, I posted some drawings to my scraps and plan to post more art soon, and tried to catch up on answering some messages. Needless to say, I did a crappy job, and here's why: Earlier this year, after decades of being forced to neglect my health, I finally managed to see some doctors. Physically, I am fine, right as rain, almost entirely healthy. Mentally, however, imagine my surprise. I now have a steady, full-time job with benefits and the whole shebang, and as a

*Barely. Hello, all! Long time no pester! It's been a while, yes, almost exactly one year since I last came on here. Funny how that happens to me... But I digress. It's been a hell of a ride these last few years. I've moved across the country, trying to find someplace where I can find peace and tranquility, but it was becoming painfully obvious that that was not going to happen. The slump, pain, and turmoil of my very being and existence was too much to bear, so much so that every waking moment was haunted by the sheer terror and fear of potentially being condemned to living life in the gutter somewhere, tired, paranoid, constantly hungry