Time goes by so slowly; minutes feel like ages. Impatient waiting for ANYthing, like i want to scream and pull the hairs from my head.
Want to talk talk talk talk talk to anyone who will listen. It’s really hard to not interrupt – i just want to tell all my stories cause i have so many.
Irritable for no reason.
Wearing tight clothes, revealing clothes.
Want to give away all my money to other people. Really strong urge to give away money to people who need it.
Interrupt interrupt interrupt. Talk talk talk. Can’t listen. Don’t care.
Did you ever want to punch something because you were so mad? I’m not even particularly mad at any one thing. I just have Anger. Deep, irrational Anger.
Nobody understands mania. It pisses me off. My one friend says, “You CAN control it. You just THINK you can’t.”
Really? I want to punch something.
My other friend (who only prefers to be around when I’m the “fun” me) says, “Can’t you just have a good day? Why does it have be a “thing”?”
I want to punch something.
My mania isn’t a “fun” thing and no, I’m pretty sure I can’t control it – why would I throw my car keys into a field, strip down naked, and run from the police trying to help me?
I’m fairly certain that IS a THING.
Oy. I hate bipolar.