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Man oh man. Fuck you bipolarity. It's pretty sad that's my only articulate conclusion, but there's nothing more I really want to address about it other than I'm so goddamn tired of it. I don't know what's really to blame for my emotional instability; is it genetics, unfavorable family circumstances, the off chance of a simple chemical balance, being seventeen or all these things rolled into one disgusting burrito of bullshit? I'm tired of self-hate and self-depreciation. But how can I honestly say that I like who I am, the person I've become? I don't know. The only thing I'm sure of is that I'm not capable of helping myself at this point.
Anygay. I plan on spending the night chainsmoking, listening to Steely Dan and getting some work done. And by work I mean writing and drawing, the only two productive things that genuinely make me happy. I haven't done either in a long time. EXCEPT I've been kind of lacking in the artistic inspiration business, can someone recommend some websites, movies or books that are exceptionally creative? Something surreal or bizarre, like Jan Svankmajer or Franz Kafka. They usually get my brain going.
Anygay. I plan on spending the night chainsmoking, listening to Steely Dan and getting some work done. And by work I mean writing and drawing, the only two productive things that genuinely make me happy. I haven't done either in a long time. EXCEPT I've been kind of lacking in the artistic inspiration business, can someone recommend some websites, movies or books that are exceptionally creative? Something surreal or bizarre, like Jan Svankmajer or Franz Kafka. They usually get my brain going.