I freaked out around 2am Thursday morning and went to sleep at my moms house. I won't go into specifics about why, but it made me realize I couldn't stay around her if I ever plan to heal. The next day after school I went back and started to pack up my shit. Just stuff that I need to get by, the bare minimum. Books,... Read More
Sometimes I am sad for no reason and then it usually goes away in a day or 2. Stupid bi polar. Going to the gym helps a lot. I kno some people hate being active and such but if you just go and workout or something for like an hour it really makes you feel a lot better. Well me at least. I hurt my pinkie toe
So, since this whole thing started I've lost about 8 pounds and my blood pressure has shot up to 137/80, hello hypertension. This sucks, I'm dealing with the mental aspects a lot better but it appears I let myself go physically and now its catching up. Today my goal is to actually finish a whole meal and sleep a whole night. If I can do... Read More
im sorry to hear about everything mikey. i know you really liked her. :hugs:
you should totally be friends with poe though. even though id like her back here in ohio hehe. but shes a good friend and shes even seen me naked and put her hands in the boob holes.
so 2 friends of mine, be friends!
Oh, god, that happened to me. We had to move. It was not pleasant. We don't speak and his girlfriend hates me. And I don't particularly like her. I'm sorry to hear you're going through that.
Hey, I was just browsing around at the Orlando members, and since you and I are both Leos, we both rule. It also seems we both have just recently been dumped :/
Behold the clouds have parted and there is now light at the end of the tunnel. I managed to get through my manic phase and I now realize getting upset will solve no problems. Were going to still live together, I'm going to make a concerted effort to make that work. I just need to work on my interpersonal relationships, try to stay busy and... Read More
Nobody does. They just pack other things in there. It's like mud in a wound (from a weapon whose name escapes me at this time) in the grimy Vietnamese jungle. Even though it doesn't help the healing process, it at least blocks the oxygen, suffocating the wound, so it can't burn anymore.