Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Maybe its from lack of sleep. Maybe its stress. Maybe its simply part of being bipolar, but, today I am depressed. Hurts are resurfacing and I cannot muster up the anger to keep them at bay. Why anger, you ask? Because its better than tears. A little fire keeps me together. But I'm too tired to feel much of anything but a pale shade of azure. Right now, I feel like I'm fading away and, soon, I'll be nothing more than a ghost of who I was before him, completely translucent.