Ok, so I have to do a psychology project for school and it’s over Manic Depressive Disorder(Bipolar Disorder). I’ve been keeping track of my ups and downs for the past month or so and the more I read about it the more symptoms I match up with. At least now shit makes sense. LOL <- Black humor…
Ignore this post, Im senselessly bitching about whats going on in my head.
Soooo I cant figure out why, but I cant get this girl out of my head. The last few days I cant stop thinking about her. We almost had a thing. We were really close. But I wanted a relationship and she didnt. Then shit just fell apart like normal. Now we pretty much dont talk. I got over her and she moved on. And now I cant get the though of her out of my head. I was over this, why the fuck did I relapse?
man that was lovely to read. It’s inspiring how staying observant of how the world moves keeps you young and that seems like something our generation can hope for. I was just talking about this to a few friends but I mean are any of us gonna quit Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter, etc when we are 30 and working? Not likely. I think the user age gap is going to get progressively smaller in the future. We might not end up as “left-behind” as our grandparents were when we reach that age.
I don’t usually reblog this sort of stuff or anything that isn’t related to what’s in my blog description, but I thought this was- sweet and beautiful, yeah.
the only reddit rage-comic that hasn’t irritated me in the past year. Pretty great story, put a smile on my face after a crummy day.
Amidst this barren land that we call time I have lost all myself in the sublime. I wander through this timeless land for now Trav’ling through the past because I’m allowed. With mind unbound I have but to embrace the memories and time read on clocks face. Minuets will pass that stretch for many years. And now and then I am consumed by tears. I relive days of joys or times of pain and I hope to revisit these again. Finally I’m called back to the present, but no one knows how much time I have spent. Alone in my head with thoughts of the past I relive the joys of my youth at last.