Happy Easter, I guess.
Today isn't really a good day for me. Not only was I left with 4 hours of sleep last night, I'm also PMSing (valuable information) and rapid cycling, and despite what Wikipedia says, my psychiatrist says it can shift, or cycle, much more frequently. Please kill me.
I'm actually afraid that all of these hormones and mood swings are going to shove me over the edge, to the degree of being suicidal. What to do...
I just woke up from a three hour nap, so hopefully the extra sleep will help. And mom will be keeping a close eye on me, I'm sure.
Today is PostSecret day.
Cyanide and Happiness: 1622
Cain's Dogma: Calvariae Locus
I think that's everything. I hope your Easter is far better than mine.
I can't go on,
deflate the air from both of my lungs.
I'll be gone,
long before daylight shows its face.
It's old and worn,
and its mouth smiles no more.
Well, I'm worth my weight in potting soil,
maybe I tried to hard to care.
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Hey Erin,
ReplyDeleteHang in there. I know how you feel. For what it's worth, my Easter wasn't that great either.
My Ex, who I talked about in one of my post is BiPolar and a manic depressive with a personality disorder. So, I have seen Bipolar up close and personal for 3 years. I saw it at its best and worst. It's a very hard disorder to control and balance.
ReplyDeleteI was once there. Then I got out, do not ask me how.. I just desided, that this world will not get rid of me so easelly.
ReplyDeleteI am still lonely in my heard and my look is sad, but all can see that, and if they do, I lie.
It´s just hove the live is..