An open book...since when?
Recent events have caused me to evaluate just how fucked up life is, but I smile as I write this because someone somewhere is having a way shittier time than i am...whoopee!!! I got turned down for 5 jobs yesterday, damn if only i got an interview, I could so charm my way through. I keep writing poems, and someone will then steal it and make out they wrote it, how fun...I should be flattered anyone might even consider it to be good enough to steal. I'm believing my own hype at this moment in time...basking in my own ego...oh come on you do it too...privately. I can't sleep at the moment, because I'm starting my mania mood, this is the time I'm really high for a week or two, and the grand finale I crash and burn for 3 months....I was on some tablets, which they took away from me as they seemed to send me more doolally...which oddly enough I can be more nuts than i already am.
So why this random post, because I have so many thoughts running through my head i can't think straight, and the book i was reading is not making sense. Have you ever had one of those bi polar days when you are so crazy you feel like you're running a marathon but through your own head? No? Lucky you...stop rubbing it in. I keep wondering, why the hell i am changing so much, why can;t i at least stay a little like the old me, things were simplier (have i spelt that right? fuck it looks right to me) Feel free to comment, because no other sod has...Except Tazzie! I want to know how crap my poems are...because I feel some people are just been nice when they say they like them.
Bear in mind I am in a high state of mania, so any shitty remarks will probably get a scolding sarcastic comment back....which in turn will make me feel remorse when im on the depression side of my moodswings...so happy happy joy joy...
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