It's weird. I'm not manic, nor am I depressive. I was manic a few weeks ago. I was breaking my own boundaries. Hanging out with people who definitely weren't good for me. Doing drugs. And you know me. I'm so against drugs. But hey. Life felt so shitty I just said fuck it. I did Molly five days in a row. I was doing Coke, drinking. I was spiraling without the spiral. Yet now I'm calm and collected. Where's the depression? Where's the mania? Is this the calm before the storm?
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The Girl With A Broken Mind
Random*Adult Content* I'm turning my blog/diary into a book. They are basically diary postings without the dates. They are random postings about whatever I'm feeling that day. Very raw, very detailed about my life. My blog and now this book is to help peo...
