Yes, I am a blog jumper. I just want to be able to have a blog that my friends won’t somehow find me on. No offense to them; there are just some things that I need to get out that I don’t want people who love me to be able to read. That may mean that whenever I update said blog, chances are that I’m in the same mindset each time, or most of the times, and I don’t wanna hear about it.
Don’t you hate it how on some days you think you’ve got life pretty well figured out, only to discover that you are sorely, sorely mistaken? How on some days your life is so routine, and others your clawing and begging for some stability? Today is one of those. Mistaken, clawing, begging days.
The days where you repeatedly ask yourself, “What’s the payoff? Why do I even bother?” And to any eyes which are not my own, I am not “emo” so if you say so, you can very promptly kiss my grits. I am, however, bipolar/manic depressive. That may or may not be the main reason for my mood. I am also an insomniac, so I’m sure that doesn’t help. Regardless, This is not the first, second, third, etc. time that I have felt this way, and I know that I am not alone in this. I guess my question to anyone who can relate and who is reading this, is what do you [personally] do to “get over” it other than just wait it out? The coping mechanisms of others have always fascinated me. Especially if they’re textbook “healthy.”
And if you are reading and relating, I hope you know you’re not alone, too. I’m with you, although anonymous, wherever you are.
Coffee?
