03 Thursday Dec 2015
Posted in Bipolar
Beautiful. The post and the picture
Like a lot of people…my mind is perpetually telling me to give up. I don’t know why. They say brain chemistry but who knows. Another part of my mind…a tiny, quiet, whispering part. Urges me to fight. I don’t know why that happens either.
But that’s it. One more day. One more hour.
We’re still here. That’s what matters today.
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I kind of view myself as a disposable lighter…I am gonna keep trying to light up that spark (fight) until there’s less than zero fuel left and not to much as a click or a hiss remaining.
I’d like to say it’s cos I am a badass fighter chick. Truthfully, I just keep;hearing that brainless stoner kid in school who told me to do the world a favor and kill myself.
DENIED, you loser.
I am depressed and minimally functional but I’ll be damned if I ever give him a moment’s satisfaction.
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Wow….kids can be such assholes. I like the analogy to the lighter. I used to smoke and I know how hard it was to give up on those lighters! Keep flicking your Bic Morgue
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Well, until Blah loans me her toaster dragon to light ’em for me, I gotta keep flicking the bic 😉
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