So, about two months ago I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and the doctor prescribed me a new medication (on top of my other one) called Risperdal, an antipsychotic. It works great. I was happy to not be staying up until 3 am and thinking birds and inanimate objects were plotting against me and obsessively trying to prove that the "dx" at the end of an integral is the same thing as zero. But, contrary to the opinion of my therapist and psychiatrist, I'm done with the new meds now.
I am so SICK of that god damn line! Because it's not true well MOSTLY it's not true, it could be true in some cases. But everyone says to everyone, in hope of comforting or something when they are dumped. But it's a complete lie.
Sometimes you CANT do better, lookswise anyways personality wise maybe but idk. Sometimes what you have is so perfect, you can't do can't do any better and sometimes they are better than you.
& Also why the hell is it that some peoples lives are so perfect. Why is it they are goodlooking AND rich AND happy, like Fuck.
Okay, I wrote something earlier today, well, yesterday, but I felt the need to write again, so here I am.. It's, like, 2:40 in the morning now and I'm not supposed to be on the computer now, but who cares?