Today I was not at school, and instead was at a 5-hour long appointment with the therapist I started going to last year, and also my family's doctor was there.
For the past two years it has become obvious I suffer from something along the lines of Depression or Bipolar Disorder, or etc.
And today's appointment was to find out exactly what disorder/disease so I could be treated for it. And the results are: Borderline Personality Disorder.
I don't really feel like sitting here and explaining what it is, so go Google it, fuckers. I'm not gonna waste my time typing something when you could just find out about it yourself.

Anyway, bet many of you would have never even guessed I suffer from any type of personality/emotional disorder. You thought wrong. There are a lot of things people don't know about me or my life. A lot of things happened in the past two years that no one could begin to understand. And a lot of things I don't plan on ever sharing with any of you. So that's that.

If you actually read the email you'd see the part about 'I love you a bushel and a peck...yada yada yada, etc etc etc.'
That is an on-going inside joke between me and my Grumpy. He's been singing that little diddy (song) to me ever since I was really little.
Over time I've come to love it because it's actually kinda funny that he just breaks out singing that song to me out of no where.
And most of the time, oddly enough, it makes me smile. I makes me happy. And even when I'm at my most unhappy it can cheer me up in the blink of an eye.
I don't know what I'm going to do when he dies. Because I've come to accept the fact he won't live forever.
He's in his 60's now. Smokes. Has been in and out of the hospital a lot recently. And just a few years ago the doctor said he might only have six years to live.
Loosing him will destroy me more than loosing anyone else would. He is the only person in my family that doesn't judge me these days. God, there are so many things I could say about him but it would take up the amount of space as a large novel so I'll just leave it at that.