Life … Or something like that


To love life is VERY difficult on a good day. But on a day like today, a miracle is needed for me to just keep breathing. My eyes will never be the same again. I have cried so much today that you would think someone died. But no. No one has died. No one other than me. I am trying sooo hard to take care of ME and cope enough to stay alive but …..

The damn bipolar has knocked me right off my feet and I am nothing but a crying, snotty, weak, worn out, pile of fat flesh.

I am nothing.

That is all.


About Secret Stains

I wanna do something that matters, say something different, something that sets the whole world on it's ear. i wanna do something better with the time I've been given and I wanna try to touch a few hearts in this life to prove I was here. I apologize if I seem absent minded sometimes. Sometimes I forget I'm still awake and say things out loud. Inside I am beginning to burst at the seams. There are so many secrets ... so many scars ... so many stains. This is me. Welcome to my world.
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