Its nights like this make me think entirely too much about everything. Normally I can cure it by listening to music, but tonight, my head prevails. When people see me, in person or in picture, they must see somebody who is gorgeous and confident. I am both of those things but what many fail to see is the complexity behind my eyes.
Sometimes everything feels so amplified and dramatic. When I laugh and smile, I do so with every fiber of my being. Opposite of that, when I am sad or when I cry, It is an all consuming sadness. It is a deep dark and quiet blue, a lonely space that only I can enter. It is not commonly understood by my peers, except for those who have experienced bipolar disorder.
Now I have found that writing about random things can pull me out of this painful bliss long enough to talk some sense in to my self. "things aren't so bad, you have people that love the fuck out of you, you treat others with kindness, and you're beautiful to boot. " and repeat. And repeat. I hope one day to find a pleasant lavender shaded place to live, absent of any blue. Lacking the white static of the mind controlling mania. A naturally beautiful place that is not created by a chemically induced fog. For the first time in a long time, IT FEELS POSSIBLE!
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