So, with my both my bi-polar meds pumping a little chemical stability into me (barring the night of blind, unfocused rage I felt yesterday). I decided to starting taking my perky little Zoloft in the mornings again. What I didn't think about was the fact I had my last one at ten last night, taking another only 8 hours after might not of been the best call.
I've been stuck at the same table in the food court since 8 this morning. I've been unable to get up to go get lunch, as my head seems to be pulsing between tears and blind panic. I won't be able to get food in me for another 2 hours, so my blood sugar levels are getting wonky as fuck. And even after that, I won't be able to leave campus till after eight, as I have a National Broadcasting Society obligation.
I missed both of my classes today. The sounds of the other students are kinda bleeding together into this weird animal hiss. I can't focus on anything for more than 10 minutes or so. AND I REALLY WANT TO FUCKING SCREAM.