Uuh I Don't Know What This Is

It's been a whirlwind couple of days.
But honestly, my depression has been really freaking bad and I'm not entirely sure what to do with myself. Between exams and car stuff and things like that, it's like, "I don't know how to handle this right now please take this away from me." So that's a good time I guess?
And on top of that everything going on has been really discouraging and depressing so I guess that's not helping?
So, in response, I whipped Harold back out.
For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about (even though I've mentioned this before), when I refer to Harold, I refer to Harold Ramis. See, back before I started going to a therapist, I would just pretend that Harold Ramis was talking me through my problems because he seems like the kind of guy you could tell your life story to and never tell a soul. I think it's actually just me pep talking myself through my problems and just kind of hearing Harold voice in place of mine, but sometimes I envision him sitting in a little chair with a clipboard and his glasses. Haha, I sure am lonely.

It's a strange coping mechanism, but it works (but I think that's because he says what I wanna hear.)

On another note, yesterday was the 4 year anniversary of Dicey's death, so that sucks. As per usual, I did my annual "sit next to a mound of dirt and talk about my problems". It's a lot of fun.

It's Tuesday night and I have 3 exams left before the end of the week, all of which I should currently be studying for, but instead, I'm gonna go to bed.