Just back from the Doctors. He needs to check with a senior member of staff to check that I'm good to go regarding Fluoxetine (Prozac) but he thinks it should be ok and I can go and pick up my prescription tomorrow.

He assessed my depression and concluded it was "moderate". In all honesty this surprised me, I thought it'd come out mild but he explained why and I sort of see his point - fucked up sleep patterns, a lack of motivation, immense difficulty concentrating, feelings of hopelessness, harmful/suicidal impulses. My head's been having a bad few weeks. Eurgh.

Can't wait for Summer already, and its not even Christmas yet. I need to breathe and not be stressed and I can't imagine not being so anxious whilst coping with school/work/friends. Though I did have a nice talk with people today, noone I'm close to and not about anything deep.

I'm probably paranoid but I feel like people I'm supposed to be close to keep putting me down. Not everyone, obviously, but sometimes jokes aren't funny, especially not when they're constant. I wish I could lighten up.