and you wonder why i need drugs. They say i have this disease called bipolar and i believe them. I believe that i've had it all my life. It comes in cycles. I just didn't have the paranoia that i had before. That came after a series of heartbreaks. And don't get me wrong, i am OK. Just OK. Not happy but not OK like i said i was before but was really referring to moments in which i was feeling like i didn't want to die. I can see a light at the end of this tunnel. ODSP maybe, maybe some trivial job till i save up enough money to move out and apply for creative writing programs because i am still writing through all of this and its great, not this livejournal piece of shit, but real, great writing. Its sucks that you are married, that you are going out with a porn star, that you are not my best friend anymore and that you
are keeping my cat.
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