Contents subject to sporadic nervous laughter and lame joke telling.
I’m not like them
but I can pretend
the sun is gone
and I have a light
the day is done
and I’m having fun
I think I’m dumb
I’m going to get a tattoo on my bicep that says “I choose to be happy.”
I’ve been through a hell of a lot in my 20 years of living and I need to remind myself that I am the one who is ultimately in charge of my happiness. Bipolar depression can’t kill me anymore.
Me: "I'm mean. I realize that. But I'm mean in a funny and approachable way."
Friend: "No, it's none of those things."