Talking to Myself
Self talk is important. People will tell you you're crazy for doing so, but hey, have you ever had an actual thought? Have you ever wondered something, asked yourself a question, whether aloud or in silence and subsequently answered it? Guess what? You're NORMAL.
I'm ticked right now because I'm tired of portraying myself as this loony bin bound bimbo. Honestly, I'm way smarter than that and I need to tell myself to fuck off about posting excessive photos of myself and the like. I do it to build my self confidence because I have a difficult time recognizing my own reflection and it's become a sort of coping mechanism.
I'm going back to writing, and it's going to be mostly offline from now on. I've made a grand total of $6 and some change on Google AdSense but I won't see any money until I earn at least $100. I don't have time to wait for that.
I'm twenty-six years old with no health insurance or money and a case of Bipolar Disorder that's crippled my young adult life into a fit of frustration. This is me sorting it all out.
I plan to use my time more wisely henceforth, not to dwell on labels or necessary evils, like popping a pill a day. It could be worse.
I just want to let everyone know that I don't really hate them, but I do need to retreat and forge a new reality for myself. Life as I know it has become a shit show, to put it simply. I parade around hoping for some sort of sign from the universe that I'm doing something right everyday and the last thing I got when I was in Houston was a middle finger from someone I hardly even know.
I plan to leave Texas altogether once I graduate from Aveda and move on to greener pastures, so to speak, my OWN pasture that is.
So cheers to being angry enough to finally let go. Cheers to what was and what will be. I've been led to a point of personal strength. I feel it flowing through me and it keeps me awake at night sometimes, but that's when I need to write and create or just go dance myself clean. (I don't mean stripping, Ma).
I'm ticked right now because I'm tired of portraying myself as this loony bin bound bimbo. Honestly, I'm way smarter than that and I need to tell myself to fuck off about posting excessive photos of myself and the like. I do it to build my self confidence because I have a difficult time recognizing my own reflection and it's become a sort of coping mechanism.
I'm going back to writing, and it's going to be mostly offline from now on. I've made a grand total of $6 and some change on Google AdSense but I won't see any money until I earn at least $100. I don't have time to wait for that.
I'm twenty-six years old with no health insurance or money and a case of Bipolar Disorder that's crippled my young adult life into a fit of frustration. This is me sorting it all out.
I plan to use my time more wisely henceforth, not to dwell on labels or necessary evils, like popping a pill a day. It could be worse.
I just want to let everyone know that I don't really hate them, but I do need to retreat and forge a new reality for myself. Life as I know it has become a shit show, to put it simply. I parade around hoping for some sort of sign from the universe that I'm doing something right everyday and the last thing I got when I was in Houston was a middle finger from someone I hardly even know.
I plan to leave Texas altogether once I graduate from Aveda and move on to greener pastures, so to speak, my OWN pasture that is.
So cheers to being angry enough to finally let go. Cheers to what was and what will be. I've been led to a point of personal strength. I feel it flowing through me and it keeps me awake at night sometimes, but that's when I need to write and create or just go dance myself clean. (I don't mean stripping, Ma).