i’m counting sheep but running out
I hate being Bipolar. I hate thinking I’m so happy and then crashing.
I hate taking pills I’m not supposed to.
I hate lying to everyone about everything.
Or rather, not being able to talk about it. Silence can be a lie.
I hate that she can make me feel like shit in 2 minutes. What a fucking achievement.
I hate feeling like shit.
I hate insomnia.
I hate me.
I hate that choked up feeling you get in the back of your throat.
And I hate whining about it.
Posted by
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05:32:46
You said you weren’t taking pills you weren’t supposed to…
…
I’m sorry.
I know I shouldn’t … I just can’t stop myself sometimes.
I wanted to today … but I didn’t.