oh....looks like I am rationing my nouns...(is 'to' a noun?....can't say I know)

...yeah well what an ambitious stuffed up the cracker claim that turned out to be for me! and to say I was a bit disappointed is from a mind that aint thought much before!
....so in other words I didn't think it.

I thrived for about 2 hours... a day and a half after stopping my medication...and then suddenly in the night it ALL became to much for me and fearless me got scared of myself....dammit!

I needed a mood alter...I was getting close to depression and maybe still but it's ok!....I missed me!

does anybody else miss themselves?...this flavourless meal I eat in the morning and the night made to CORRECT me!...OUCH!...dammit!

...but alas...I am a psychotic creature unmanageable in the Earth environment and I still pursue equality with reality but I just dont FIT.
what?

I crawled to my kitchen on mental hands and knees and consumed my ducking antipsychotic!...I am disappointed and have wondered if perhaps next time I might try and wean off the stuff?

...but does a bipolar dude have the sensibility to adjust to such common sense when it all builds up?..I don't know...but I will cry myself to sleep tonight and love that I breath...that I have opportunity to climb out of here with my fingernails if I must