Right now, everything is turning blue

and right now, the sun is trying to kill the moon.

Ever since I turned 11, I was confined to this insanity raging in my mind.
At 13, that evolved to counseling,
visiting councelors who referred me to psychologists, psychotherapists, psychiatrists.
And every single clinical diagnosis.

And it's still dragging on.

Now they think I might have OCD..
I haven't taken my anxiety or migraine meds for ages,
and I'm freaking out.
More pills to function, and compulsive reluctance.

Anyways,
..I was thinking about next school year this evening, and have decided that I'm going to join art partners.
I keep praying for a male mentor.
Not even to hook up with,
(even though that wouldn't entirely suck)
I'm exhausted from having to listen to so many Menopausal women.
ha.

Perhaps I should keep hoping for someone interesting and informative instead.