15 Jan 2017

It doesn't make sense. My mind is screaming at me to change the way it feels, or just put an end to it all. I want comforts, and yet I don't see the easy paths to reaching them. Food, company, alcohol, sex, drugs - or oblivion... I just don't want to wait this poverty out. I fear some of my relationships have gotten twisted off, too... I'm worried about my friend(s)...? I'm all sorts of anxious about the future. Yet, my circumstances are mostly going to improve in a short period of time? Part of me wants to write it all off as my bipolar brain in transition from mania to depression. Seems so simplistic, though...