I need for my light therapy lamp to show up. I don't know how I thought I could do this. I'm from fucking Palo Alto, I'm a manic freak in the winter there. Now I'm in bleeding New Haven, of course I'm going to be hanging on to the window ledge by my nails. I don't understand why somebody didn't hit me over the head and tell me "don't be an idiot, Lauren, you and winter: they don't work."

But they did. They did and I didn't listen. And my idiot roommates think it'll all go away if I just hop on meds and do a little dance.

I feel like all I do is take time for myself, as my therapist would tell you, I'm a complete narcissist.

*hugs you back*