Alright, like a lot of you don't know, I recover from depression easily.

It's weird, it's crazy and I don't even know how my brain works. My body just hates being depressed (I await fat jokes). I just shake off depression and go on with my life, though a wee bit scorn.

For those who wanted to know so badly, Me and Dad got bickered about dad constantly breathing down my neck about how to live my life. I get that he's concerned about my health and all that crap, but he doesn't have to threat eviction if I don't do something he keeps shoving in my face about.

After that, I got this empty feeling and just ... well, cleaned out my room. Tidied things up and put away my crap. It was weird and wrong. Just ... 'yeech' kind of disgust. Sure it was nice I got to finally hammer a nail to hang my calendar, but getting things done with this ... emptiness ... worried me ...

But hey, blitz hiatus! So that's a thing ... hopefully not only my thing ... cuz ... I'm pretty sure people are like this too ... right?

Anyways, seeing from the previous journal, I didn't give a load of you heart attacks, just a pawfull and I'm sorry. I still am.

Oh and reminding you fatbuttfaces that I got my tonsillitis (terrible occasional tonsil swelling) operation at the end of the week, so at least comment about that <:C