so im bipolar and schizo, bipolar for my rage which im working with quite well actually, these days, and, schizophrenic because i dont trust people but thats not a psychiatric side effect, its a life side effect and this i know because my antipsychotic is for my anger. though i havnt realized whether or not what im taking is a placebo or im just doing really well, i choose the latter. thats my story, lately.
Here we go. like two visits or three, actually i forget but once i once on a psychiatric unit (not that first time, obviously) and i met this gorgeous girl named Anna, oh my anna. and well everything was going as it should, on our first date together...DISASTER! i bought a twenty-five bottle of tequila, man the loss of direction i had then. fast foward>>> i got waaay to drunk, she ended up bringing me back to my apartment, "handing you over to your mother". ahhh =/. fast foward>>>my last conversation with her was through text and although she spoke to me it wasnt good news.
last night i messeged her and said, "you dont feel lonely?", followed by, "if you do listen to this song... chris brown - dont judge me. listen & understand. goodnight."
i need to get her back, and just so you can get to know anna both anna and anna through my eyes...shes a tiredsome line producer (a type of film producer), quite motivated apparently (heh) and well shes um, somewhat down to earth in her sexuality and intellect but she lacks any world expierence outside of her world, im guessing because of her habit of staying close to her "family", that is her roommates. shes russian, like RUSSIAN, but americanized, ya know? her father is dear to her and lives in russia, far far away.
prior to last night i poured my heart out to her, over text, trying to remend the memories i had of, well more so, the wrongs i committed. see, to her disrespected her abode and yes i will take the blame for that but man do i like her. all this in one night, hehe.
so im bipolar and schizo, bipolar for my rage which im working with quite well actually, these days, and, schizophrenic because i dont trust people but thats not a psychiatric side effect, its a life side effect and this i know because my antipsychotic is for my anger. though i havnt realized whether or not what im taking is a placebo or im just doing really well, i choose the latter. thats my story, lately.
Here we go. like two visits or three, actually i forget but once i once on a psychiatric unit (not that first time, obviously) and i met this gorgeous girl named Anna, oh my anna. and well everything was going as it should, on our first date together...DISASTER! i bought a twenty-five bottle of tequila, man the loss of direction i had then. fast foward>>> i got waaay to drunk, she ended up bringing me back to my apartment, "handing you over to your mother". ahhh =/. fast foward>>>my last conversation with her was through text and although she spoke to me it wasnt good news.
last night i messeged her and said, "you dont feel lonely?", followed by, "if you do listen to this song... chris brown - dont judge me. listen & understand. goodnight."
i need to get her back, and just so you can get to know anna both anna and anna through my eyes...shes a tiredsome line producer (a type of film producer), quite motivated apparently (heh) and well shes um, somewhat down to earth in her sexuality and intellect but she lacks any world expierence outside of her world, im guessing because of her habit of staying close to her "family", that is her roommates. shes russian, like RUSSIAN, but americanized, ya know? her father is dear to her and lives in russia, far far away.
prior to last night i poured my heart out to her, over text, trying to remend the memories i had of, well more so, the wrongs i committed. see, to her disrespected her abode and yes i will take the blame for that but man do i like her. all this in one night, hehe.
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