Well, after reading up a bit, I'm fairly sure I'm manic depressive. I fit the bill, and am all ready being treated for chemical depression, and am in the age range of when you normally get the diagnose if you have it. However, I'm fairly sure my pills work. Even if they have retard in their name (yes, really.)
Problem is. Last month, I couldn't really afford them, so I've been off them for like a month, and I think it's taken it's heavy toll. did weird things to me and my mind... And I think I'm into vore now too. More experimentation on that, I guess...
As for the near future, I'm attending a seminar which goal is to get me an apprenticeship. And aparently 50% of the goers do. And if I don't, I'll have to get my craft certificate through school. In either case, there's a good chance I might move to another town and stuff, which'll be interesting. Meet new people, more niches.
Good news is I got my pills again though. And there's 90 days of them. So. Yeah.
And don't worry, even when I lose my will to live (Which I did earlier today) I won't kill myself. I'm way beyond that point. It's not my decission to make. I still haven't repaid for what I've taken, and thus must repay my debt to society before I can take that choice.