I feel like my depression is turning into something else. I literally feel like I'm on edge all the time. Almost, giddy. I feel twitchy and everything is itching all the time. Like there's a million flying bugs crawling over my skin and under it. I don't know. I feel suicidal. Not just that I need to do it. I want to do it. I feel like I'm going crazy. I want to sh ever where, not caring of the consequences. I don't know what's happening to me. I keep forgetting how to spell words when I'm normally brilliant with that. I'm also pretty sure that my fondness for all things magical is turning into an obsession. Mythical creatures could definitely exist.