Book

I don't know what to write at this time. I wish that I knew what to say. I moved my tests up to this morning and got those over with. I know that I failed them both. I know I did because there was way too much that I didn't know or couldn't answer. I came home and smoked some pot and drank some wine and it is only nine at night. I know that I am not allowed to be doing this. I can't sustain a good daily standing without having some side effects. I also think that this is mixing poorly with my psych medications. I am talking about the interest in suicide and self harm. A new interest and very entertaining one to read about.
 
I wonder if people would read a book about my experience with Bipolar disorder and all of the other psych crap that is in my head. I think I have a good knowledge on the topic and I have it all saved in thee journals. I have read some personal accounts of the disorder and I think that here I have something to offer, other than just becoming a great psychologist. 
 
I am going to watch some TV with mom.
 
Goodnight moon.