Last night I dreamed that my kitten escaped from the apt. and got run over in the street. I was devastated! I cried and cried. I think I dreamed this b/c there was a stray cat outside the apt. that got run over. But it really worried me, and this morning I took extra time to cuddle with her in bed. I really need to post pictures of her on here.

I think I was clinically depressed for over a year. I realized this yesterday b/c I was so happy, and I thought, why haven't I been this happy in so long? I'm proud of myself for getting through it, but I fully understand how people just don't want to do anything when they're depressed. But at the same time, I think what helped me to get over it was making myself get out and do things. Depression is really strange.

I'm really looking forward to going to a Fair tonight! I haven't been in so long, not since A.F. and I first started dating...oh memories.