I think I'm depressed, or anxious, or something. I can tell by the way I've been acting lately. I hate sleeping. No matter how tired I am, I stay up late. I have no desire or motivation to go to school. I want to be out at the bars all the time. I'm restless. I hate being at home. I don't know. For me, that's usually a good sign that something is wrong with me. Maybe one of these days I'll slow down enough to find out what it is. 