Gah, tired.

I'm so tired. It's because I'm not sleeping well, but there's nothing that's happening. I saw my keyworker yesterday and she said she'd talk to my doctor about it, but we are both doubtful that he will do anything about it. I don't see her again until January 18th.

I'm somewhat glad that my favourite toy is a little blunt. Not dirty, just not as sharp as it once was. This is good because when I was in the mood to cause som major damage, what I did isn't actually that bad. I've been in those moods quite a lot lately. As my keyworker said, it seems like we're just starting to spin out of control.

I had dreams about doing odd things, and the police and police dogs chased me. It was weird, but at least when I woke up I knew I had been dreaming.

I don't feel like I'm feeling very much at the moment. I don't feel depressed, although I'm lethargic and having trouble concentrating, as well as having poor appetite and poor sleep. So I'm getting the symptoms, but not the emotional side. That's alright by me, at least without the emotion shit I won't start feeling suicidal. And if I can stay on top of my behaviour, hopefully this will go. I'm sure it would go away quicker if we could get on top of my sleep, but as I said I don't see that happening any time soon.

I started a tumblr. If anybody wants to follow it (because I have been and will be posting my art), it's 365days25may1988. If you do follow, I will return the favour . . .