it’s scary how far kids these days will go to seem unhappy. you can’t even think a dress is fucking black and blue without people justifying it with something about how depressed people only see dark colors. and people believe it, too. like “oh i think something is black, i must be discontent with my life and there must be some trauma I do’t know about”. it’s almost like it’s a contest to see who can be the most fucked up all the time. 

everyone and everything talks about how you need to love your mom sooooo much and worship her and all this stuff, it makes me feel bad for not loving my mom as much as you should probably love mother and like…. im so tired of people shaming others for not loving their parents……. they should have a good reason. i hate my mom, thinking about her makes me cry and shake, shes the worst person in the world and i dont wanna feel bad for not loving her

my brain with bipolar disorder

Since a lot of people don’t know what it’s like living with bipolar disorder, I made a list of how a day of mine might go in either the manic or depression phases of bipolar.

manic phase:

  • don’t need sleep
  • clean ALL OF THE THIngs
  • start 10 new projects, finish probably 2 of them
  • insane intensity with exercise (IM GONNA BE SO RIPPED)
  • paranoid while driving (I swear a cop is following me right now and I’m only going 5 miles over the speed limit I PROMISE I DONT HAVE DRUGS)
  • anxious as fuck (seriously who even needs coffee when u can be this jittery from brain chemicals)
  • panic attacks
  • irritable and impatient- everyone else sucks and that’s all u need to know
  • accomplish 90% of what’s on the list
  • falls asleep and probably never completes the other 10% of what’s on the list

depression phase: 

  • sleep too much yet not enough
  • no exercise
  • no accomplishing anything
  • depressed (duh)
  • nope
  • nope
  • the whole world is nope