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Ick.
I hate the way I feel in the summer.
It's when I believe I'm bipolar more than any other time of year.
I'd post the information on the disorder like I did last summer, but I don't give a fuck.
Is it possible to be addicted to self-destruction?
Cause I think I am. But it's not noticeable to the outside world. It's just little things.
Thoughts. Hurting yourself physically and emotionally. Casual sex. Smoking. Drinking.
And all to the extent that makes you feel shit about yourself.
Which is weird, because I love myself and am usually pretty self-confident about who I am.
And then somedays I'm just...worthless.
My dad is here. We're going to Austin this weekend or the beginning of next weekend to look for apartments.
Oh, the joy, wonder, and joyness.
:l
Ick.
I hate the way I feel in the summer.
It's when I believe I'm bipolar more than any other time of year.
I'd post the information on the disorder like I did last summer, but I don't give a fuck.
Is it possible to be addicted to self-destruction?
Cause I think I am. But it's not noticeable to the outside world. It's just little things.
Thoughts. Hurting yourself physically and emotionally. Casual sex. Smoking. Drinking.
And all to the extent that makes you feel shit about yourself.
Which is weird, because I love myself and am usually pretty self-confident about who I am.
And then somedays I'm just...worthless.
My dad is here. We're going to Austin this weekend or the beginning of next weekend to look for apartments.
Oh, the joy, wonder, and joyness.
:l