I have had a weird couple of days. Been staying up til around 7am, sleep til noon, disorientating as hell, but that’s not the weird bit. The weird bit is this guy that moved here with my brother from a different state, my brother hates him now but the rest of my family kind of adopted the guy. I can’t explain it. We just met him, but he fits right in and it’s like you’ve known him forever.
Anyway, Saturday I finally switched from mania to depression and was so relieved. Depression I can handle. Me and depression are like best buds for life. So I stayed in bed until 6pm all wrapped up in my comfy, familiar depression, and then went to the store. Gone all of 20 minutes, didn’t bother to take my phone, came home to CHAOS.
OMG HE’S IN THE HOSTPITAL!!!!!!!!!111!!!!1! OMG!!!!! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!!!! HOSPITAL!!!!!! HE’S DYING PROBABLY!!!!!1!!1! DRIVE NOW!!! HOSPITAL!!!!!!!1!1!!!!!
So I got to drive my semi-hysterical mother downtown to a hospital to pick up this dude we’ve met like three times because he collapsed from exhaustion at work. *cough*accidentaloverdose*cough* He was fine, released by the time we got there, all good. And he spends the night because almost dying makes you not want to be alone.
Which then led to a weirdly awesome two full days of hanging out and having a friend around 24/7 and feeling more relaxed and open around another human being like I have not felt in, idk, ever? And he finally went home about an hour ago and it’s like one of my essential limbs is missing? Like????? How can someone so quickly and easily get all tangled up in my life to the point where not being with them feels wrong?