Let’s count on our fingers how many of my male friends have serious mental illnesses.
Let’s count on our fingers how many of them have been hospitalized in the past month.
Holy mother of fuck… I don’t know what’s more upsetting: the fact that I know so many severely mentally ill people that I look well adjusted / healthy compared to them, or that the three of them all had breakdowns within a few weeks of each other.
Bad shit happens in threes, right?
My birthday was nice and there’s a lot of stories I need to write down, but they won’t go here. Some of the better ones aren’t mine, sadly.
However, remind me to tell you about the Great Walhburgers Adventure of 2014… not happening tonight.
I’m off to bed soon—the one and only Ukrainian teacher I can find is based in the UK.
There’s a five hour difference between here and there, so guess who’s getting up at the ass crack of dawn to Skype with her?
I guess that proves just how badly I want this.