So today... what happened.... well, what is more important is what happened yesterday, to be more presise, yesterday evening. My depression, or Justin Beiber, as I call it, came to visit. I mean, really badly. I was literally suicidal. I f had not called my friend, who happens to be a follower of my blog, I would have committed suicide. I could have accessed Ibuprofen and overdosed on it, or I could have alternatively slit my throat or stabbed myself with one of the multiple knives in the kitchen. I'd gone down to make myself a drink, one which involved the kettle, and I was literally gripping the kitchen work surface, forcing myself not to deliberately scauld myself or to commit suicide. So yeah... I owe my life to my friend.
Today was a bit lighter... after a long day at school, I did my usual act of getting out my guinea pigs, Gerard-Ray and Mikey-Frank (can you guess who I named them after?) before feeding them. Gerard decided to climb over the crotch of my trousers, which obviously made me giggle. Mum simply said that he's just proving that he's a man... and he then preceeded to pee on me. It's not the first time one of them has - Mikey did before - but Gerard HAD to pee on my crotch. It made me look like I'd peed myself. Yep, my guinea pigs. You've got to love them...
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