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Bipolar be like: sleeping less, getting sensitive and suffering with mood swings, getting irritated and too agitated to sleep, sleeping less, swinging more, unending repeat.
i’m so happy but so sad but so angry but so idk
Life is so much more enjoyable when you're inconvenient, a menace, and a little too much
i ran out of my meds i might go insane

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I literally just got out the hospital for psychosis and I feel it creeping back into my brain
My psychosis was really bad. It’s better now but it’s stressful and I don’t know what’s real anymore. I feel so overwhelmed recently. As I write this I feel bugs crawling on me. I know it isn’t real but I have to slap my skin because it feels real and won’t go away unless I “kill” the bugs. I’m so paranoid . I feel like something is watching me. An entity. I don’t know what kind, but it isn’t nice. I feel like I’m rotting . Like actually rotting . What else could be the answer? The bugs? The spirits? The coincidences? There’s no other explanation. I’m fucking rotting and in hell. I have no way out and I’m stuck in the underworld again. Maybe I never left.
An important friendship of mine ended because I'm an awful person and I hurt them. Idk if I can ever fix it. This is just another in a long line of friendships I have caused to end because of my actions. I can't keep freinds, I always end up hurting them beyond repair. I hate myself. I hate that Im like this.
when will my system members start tagging their posts and stop assuming people know it’s a different person based off of text styles. that’s not how this works, fuckers PLEASE WORK WITH ME ON ONE THING
—dez