Hope your headache clears up soon, Cracking.
I was supposed to have my rehearsal tonight but I got there and we were locked out and only two of us were there so we texted everyone else and told them to come tomorrow instead. Then we talked for a while, then I went to the grocery store. I was going to take the bus, but I walked instead and it was nice.
I'm paranoid about the conversation though. I always feel like I talk about myself too much. It doesn't always have to be about me.
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Bipolar I with psychotic features/GAD/Transgender (male pronouns please)
Seroquel/Abilify/Risperidone/Testosterone
My Bipolar Poetry Anthology
Underneath this skin there's a human
Buried deep within there's a human
And despite everything I'm still human
I think that I'm still human
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