I've since calmed down.
On another note!
I've been to see someone, finally!

I went to see a man, on the NHS Adult Mental Health thingy. The man did treat me a bit like an idiot at times, but on the whole it was a good experience. He just asked me if I took street drugs (obviously because if I'm taking LSD for example, and thinking it's a bit strange that I'm seeing pink elephants then I shouldn't be at a mental health clinic!) and asked me to write him a letter, and made out that I might find it hard to write one.

I've also gone to a private psychiatrist three times, where I talk to a different, very nice man for an hour about my feelings, he writes a few things down, and just talks to me and makes me happy. He gets me to shout and go mad, and I swear alot, but he still treats me like an adult and a real person, and I go out feeling really good about myself and happy!
I think that he is VERY good at his job. He's called Phil.

I haven't had a diagnosis yet, but Phil keeps talking about the wiring of my brain not being quite right.