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There are days I just can't sit still because I feel like climbing up the walls, so I skipped school again. *winces* I pretty much promised I'd stop doing it, but I didn't have the choice. It was that or wait for my classmates to shoot me.
I feel like shit,I woke up at an insane hour this morning and I couldn't go back to sleep. So I got up and started cleaning the house... the hubby is going to call the men in white to come take me away now.
Pretended to go to school. Went back home. Tried to have a nap. Laid there for two hours, wide awake, trying to convince my brain to just shut up. I managed to write a whole paper in my head, plan the colour to paint the wall,pondered the meaning of life, and oh, now I'm convinced Marton is mad at me. Because he seemed pretty upset with me last night, now that I think about it. Like he's annoyed that I won't talk more, but I babble at him all the time, so what's the matter with that? I have no idea.
And fuck, some of the things I told Sarah... she should slap me in the face. I don't know why she puts up with me sometimes. When I get like that, whatever is supposed to censure what comes out of my mouth stops working. Fuck. Must try to behave.
It's been so long since I got so badly manic that I had forgotten how much it sucks.
I feel like shit,I woke up at an insane hour this morning and I couldn't go back to sleep. So I got up and started cleaning the house... the hubby is going to call the men in white to come take me away now.
Pretended to go to school. Went back home. Tried to have a nap. Laid there for two hours, wide awake, trying to convince my brain to just shut up. I managed to write a whole paper in my head, plan the colour to paint the wall,pondered the meaning of life, and oh, now I'm convinced Marton is mad at me. Because he seemed pretty upset with me last night, now that I think about it. Like he's annoyed that I won't talk more, but I babble at him all the time, so what's the matter with that? I have no idea.
And fuck, some of the things I told Sarah... she should slap me in the face. I don't know why she puts up with me sometimes. When I get like that, whatever is supposed to censure what comes out of my mouth stops working. Fuck. Must try to behave.
It's been so long since I got so badly manic that I had forgotten how much it sucks.