Psychic Inbalance

Ah, screw it. I have no mood to go to school today. *pouts* I'm seriously starting to think I'm bipolar. Why else would I cry when I see a tree for no other reason than the tree's leaves are so green and lush? Well, truthfully, I WAS having a bad day, and the greenness of the leaves helped to calm me and made me think about life and hope. But still! My mood swings are all over the place. And now that I'm officially past mid teenhood, I can't blame my hormones anymore. Tsk. Seriously getting irritated with myself. I get all snarky and irritable when my mum calls, and then get all guilty when we hang up, then I get all weepy cuz I feel so damn bad and ungrateful. AND THEN I don't feel like going out to face the world. SEE? SEE? NOW I feel full of hope and ready to face life. EECK. I need professional help. Who knows a good social escort service? LOl. Hmm...now I just feel like flopping back down on my nice corner. I never EVER sleep on the bed. I have my own corner on the floor. =D I pad it with cushions and my favourite billowy blue blanky, then off to dreamland I go. Ok, screw school. I've made up my mind not to go. Instead I'm going to read my textbooks. Hopefully the information will lodge itself into my brain. My brain's going round and round in circles...and you KNOW what happens when a doggie turns in circles? It's preparing to sleep. Oh no! And it's only ten in the morning. -_- I was super cranky the whole of yesterday, giving one word replies to EVERYONE up until evening when my temper cooled and I felt more human. So now it's inevitable that my conscience is needling me with pitchforks. One word to describe my mood today: manic. I watched Practical Magic (didn't sleep all night) and cried buckets. Then watched The Craft and Family Guy DVDs and laughed my ass off the rest of the night. Hence my manic mood this morning, which is enhanced by chocolates and caffeine. Hooray! Where can I get nightshade/belladonna in Singapore? It's not like they grow on the sidewalks. -_- I have to start brewing up some anti-insomnia tea before I go completely nuts. Now I'm listening to Sheryl Crow and Bran Van 3000. Separately, not at the same time as I'm sometimes prone to do. WHOOOO! I'm high, babeh! Ok, I'd better stop writing now before I come across as mentally unbalanced.