Livin on the edge

From one day to the next I never know what to expect. The meds I'm on for being bipolar. Sometimes people can say something to me and I don't think twice about it, but there's many times where someone says the most innocent things, like, you look nice today, and I super over analyze it and say, oh, if I look nice today, what did I look like the last time you saw me? Did I look like crap? I must have because you didn't tell me I looked nice then. Why do I look like crap all the time? Geez, why would anyone want to be near me with my ugliness. You see. That's how I twist things in my brain. Me and my brain, we don't always get along.
I'm also really scared/excited about going to school online. I'm not quite sure if I'm going to be able to do this, or what exactly I want to study. So it's general ed for me for awhile until I figure out exactly what I'm doing, which should be interesting. There's a saying I saw on a shirt once and I should have it because it's me. It says, "I was indecisive, but now I'm not so sure." That's me.
Well, I better go and get some stuff done today.
Angela