So Facebook has the status bar. It says "Molly is" and then I'm supposed to fill in something. Right now I am a box, and I think I shall continue to be random objects. It's better than emotion.

My doctor medicated me. Gave me Paxil for anxiety. I'm glad. I asked her for something. My mom thought it was a good idea when I told her. I didn't want anything for depression or anything, just anxiety. I don't want to hyperventilate at the slightest thing anymore.

I went to see a new doctor today. I really like her. She put me very at ease, and listened to what I had to say. She has a really good bedside manner, and I appreciate it. She seems like the kind of doctor who actually went into medicine to help people, and not for prestige or money. I have had so many doctors who are just inattentive and don't care what the patient has to say. It's a nice change and maybe I wont got 3 yearss without a doctor visit now.

I'm sitting here watching Firefly. I'm yawning and I'm so tired. I didn't sleep well last night, cause I'm a crazy. Luckily when I told Brother Victor, he also didn't think I was insane and that some craziness is not necessarily justified, but forgivable. However it is not suggested for longterm behavior.

The writing is on the wall, and I know what I know. I am getting it, I really am. It's just hard. I'm whiny and repetitive. If you visit, I'm sorry I'm not more entertaining.