Put me out of my misery. If I can't have the me that worked so well for so long, I'm not interested in making do with this bland, colorless, unappealing version.
In the last week I've gone from sobbing and raging b/c my best friend has been diagnosed with something icky - treatable, with an almost certain chance of full recovery, but icky icky icky nonetheless - to a jaunty hypomania that's made me productive, sleepless, and irritable. Between Friday and Sunday nights I got a whopping 5 hours of sleep.
Last night, Bowser strongly suggested I take extra Seroquel to knock me out. This morning I woke up feeling like someone sat on my head and stole my feelings. I hated it. HATED IT! I was fully aware that there was an empty place where my feelings had been and a give-a-shit attitude where my energy had been.
I SO get it, May. Sometimes it's not too bad, sometimes it's even fine, but then there's times like this where you just roll your eyes whilst squinting and clenching your teeth and the only thing to say is
Fuck it.
I can't put you out of your misery, but I'll sit here with you. We're supposed to be loving company right now anyways.
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In the last week I've gone from sobbing and raging b/c my best friend has been diagnosed with something icky - treatable, with an almost certain chance of full recovery, but icky icky icky nonetheless - to a jaunty hypomania that's made me productive, sleepless, and irritable. Between Friday and Sunday nights I got a whopping 5 hours of sleep.
Last night, Bowser strongly suggested I take extra Seroquel to knock me out. This morning I woke up feeling like someone sat on my head and stole my feelings. I hated it. HATED IT! I was fully aware that there was an empty place where my feelings had been and a give-a-shit attitude where my energy had been.
I SO get it, May. Sometimes it's not too bad, sometimes it's even fine, but then there's times like this where you just roll your eyes whilst squinting and clenching your teeth and the only thing to say is
Fuck it.
I can't put you out of your misery, but I'll sit here with you. We're supposed to be loving company right now anyways.
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