It's a funny old world we live in when having a slice of pizza and a glass of milk can send you into what seems like an endless depression. I've spend the entirety of today feeling on top of the world: smiling at anyone i had to talk to, and all because I woke up earlier than i usually do.I even spend most of today jumping from place to place with happiness. So why can such a small amount of food complicate things so much? Why do small things like this effect me so badly? It even goes as far as making me doubt myself drastically and deriving little to no fun from most situations. And I'm not complaining before people tell me its my own fault as I understand what I did and I will take the consequences but I just needed to write this down.
My question is: Did anyone else have similar problems to this when they where first coming to grips with their situation?
My question is: Did anyone else have similar problems to this when they where first coming to grips with their situation?