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Meme... And Har, so you don't believe in Voodoo Dolls, eh?
| Disorder | Your Score |
|---|---|
| Major Depression: | High-Moderate |
| Dysthymia: | Slight-Moderate |
| Bipolar Disorder: | Moderate |
| Cyclothymia: | Very High |
| Seasonal Affective Disorder: | High-Moderate |
| Postpartum Depression: | N/A |
| Take the Depression Test | |
I was chatting to Pheds about the play that she and Milly have to write for P.A. (as in: Me: Can I help brainstorm? Can I? Can I?). And she makes some dig (I don't even remember what now, but it was pretty bad)
so I play-punch her. And end up grabbing a loose hair.
We both suddenly freeze and stare at it, and she spits: 'You can't do anything. God will protect me!' And starts off on this rant. I hadn't even said anything yet, but it's irrististable - I try to educate her on the 'a piece of your hair is conected to you - can you really be protected from yourself?' thing.
Then, about 5mins later, when we get up to go to Physics, she grabbs desperatly at my hand. Insecure in her convictions much? *g*