Along with bpd, is unreal in another dimension
having bipolar and being told you have it for the rest of your life with no cure feels so unreal to me.
It's so much easier to push people away. I don't want to feel anything. I want to turn off my emotions and self destruct. I refuse to feel grief or any strong emotion that I just don't want to feel. I'd rather not think about any of those emotions and just keep trying to destroy myself. I can't cope with real life. I'd rather make them hate me. My brain is telling me to push them away. And I can't stop it.
Anger bursts inside of me as fire crackers under the moonlight, with a cackle first and then a battle cry.
my mind often contradicts the heart
it says, no more.
today, the heart begs,
I will live for the both of us.
Trying to not to be afraid of this energy. One of the days when I feel sorry for myself. Sigh.
Lo and Behold, the Low is here!
And so am I. Hihi.
Sigh.