Fighting

So I finally got up the courage to go see the Doctor. I have bad OCD, Depression, and Anxiety. Yeah it is lame. But I went and saw her and I feel much better. I got my yearly check up and everything is fine. They tried to do blood work but they couldn't get me to bleed. So after 4 pokes by 2 different lab techs They told me to come back. There is now a small bruise on my hand from where they poked me. Meanies. I am also fighting the depression hardcore right now. I have a hard time feeling like I fit anywhere. Plus I get super lonely. I have got some meds to try. Hopefully they will help. That boy I talked about in my last blog hung up on me 2 days ago and hasn't talked to me since. Meh, he will contact me when he is ready. I just want to end up with a cool friend. I am grandma sitting tonight while Erica and Charlie are going to the BYU Utah game. Should be fun. I'll probably just domy cross stitch. I like grandma sitting. It gives me time to spend with her. It is hard but it will be worth it. It's good to give service. Makes me feel like there is a deeper level to me. (There are several deeper levels but you know what I mean). Anyways until next time...