Tortured artist? Natch.

I've been depressed, so I talked to my psychologist. She says that the fact that my writing has been better than ever since going off my meds due to the fact that they left me with no creativity means that I'm submanic, and if I don't go back on medication, I could end up floridly manic and, say, knock over a gas station or go for a drive backwards on the highway.

What this means is that I get to choose whether I want to spend my life in the pits of depression, but with creativity and pretty damn good writing ability, or if I want to be a happy blank canvas for the rest of my life.

I think we all know where this is going.

Don't even try to tell me I'm being silly, okay? Just don't. Not being able to write is like not being able to walk, and sad with legs beats content and sitting on the floor any day.

What Noah says is true: Life sucks and then you die. Put your helmet on and make the best of it.