And so it stops

The mood swings are back. The not sleeping. The listening to too much music. The writing. The zero drawing. The writing of things over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. I'm not sure if it's because I have the computer in my possession but I just don't sleep anymore.

Just a couple of hours ago, no more than three, I was talking to my friend about how I don't have anything to worry about. I'm so carefree that I'm not doing anything with myself. I'm so used to worrying about someone, something, a situation? Nothing. Because there's nothing going on with me. There's nothing I look forward to in my days anymore. Now I just sound like a pretentious whinny bitchy asshole. I'm so carefree I'm annoyed with myself. How do I live with myself. I'd die if I bought an apartment with myself. Even if I split the rent with myself.

Gay gay gay gay gay. It's all really nothing to me. I just have to remember one thing that was told to me and my spirits are raised. I literally probably read it every day and yes, I saved it in my phone. Even in the most bipolar mood I'm taken in from, I'll remember what you said.

There, that'll give you something to think about. Remember, I'm fine.