I'm fairly sure Michael got dumped by his boyfriend last night. Gah... Kind of saw it coming though, what with the mood swings and all the crying. It's a lot to handle as a roommate, harder to handle as a partner and one that's only known him for a couple months at that. It's sad, Chris is a nice guy, and I think he was really good for Michael.
In any case, Michael came out of his room last night while I was attempting to do a post-shower dehumidify in front of my lovely A.C. unit. He had tears in his eyes and told me he was going to the hospital and won't be around for a couple days. I assume this means that he feels suicidal and has committed himself. I'm glad, because he does really need some professional help - even before the breakup. His current psychiatrist is a quack who just gives him all the drugs he wants, but he needs someone who understands the full implications of Michael's brain, hopefully someone who's tough enough and smart enough to give Michael the help he needs.
I asked him once why he didn't get a therapist. He says he has a hard time finding one because he finds them generally to be far less intelligent than him and he can't get anything meaningful from that. Hm.
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