I'm mostly all right. I have a boyfriend now, and he's great. We had one date planned, but in the end he spent just about the whole weekend with me, so that was fun. He lives farther away from me than I'd like, but not too bad. I'm of course worried about being caught and outed (and I hate that I'm so committed to this stupid username that I'm a google search away from being ruined, but whatever), but I'm still relatively safe for now (as long as I wear a scarf for at least the next week...).
School's going well. I have finals next week, but I'm not too worried about them. My brother, however, is struggling a lot more than I expected him to be. He apparently also has depression/anxiety/whoknowswhatelse like I do. He's on meds now, so we're both in that boat. I never really expected to ever have to worry for my brother. I kinda didn't realize I cared about him enough. I sure as hell don't trust him with anything. It's a weird feeling.
I took a bit of a break from my autobiographical* screenplay, but I think I'll take it back up tonight or tomorrow.