nothing is ever as it really is. living as a fuckedupbipolar makes it so. no lessons, just me on my fuckin’ own… with my cyclic biology out of sync… the clock is ticking -1,2,1,2,1,2, measuring my steps -one foot in front, then back, front, back, repeat…
…3,2,1 let’s go but where? now my biology starts ticking counterclockwise. odd body sensations –anxiety attack magnifies the pain of my existence- crash & burn. depressive anxious
short lived pseudo-manic
blessing . not exactly. F is for Effort. My Failed one. Ugh!