What a load of bollocks

honestly, im part of the iPhone generation so to google things profusely is not strange to me. I google when I’m sick or if I’m having certain symptoms, I google advice and life hacks, I google a lot about ‘ways to get my life together’ and this morning, due to the guy who I’ve now been dating for about 7 months I google bipolar and relationships. As we begin to know each other for a longer period of time I realise he is going to be witnessing me dip and rise and make crazy irrational spontaneous desisions and sometimes it’s nice to read how other people deal with it. And Fuck me it’s a waste of time. I Fucking hate the term ‘bipolar’ new age teens just think it’s some new trend to jump on so mummy feels guilty and daddy knows he should have been around more: and the older generation just think your crazy. Albeit sometimes I am. And I’m seeing articles called ‘should bipolar people be in relationships’ ‘can I love someone with bipolar’ ‘how bipolar people think in a relationship’

toe punt you in the cunt what a load of bollocks.

I am not a page in a textbook. I am not the same as anyone else on this whole planet. We all are living our own journey with our own struggled and our own mind patterns. The ignorance that the internet is covered in is astonishing to  me. It’s not easy living  like this, so damn unstable always. Falling in love in days and having my heart ripped to shreds. No trust for anyone. Paranoia. Anxiety. The black cloud that sits over me most of the time. The exhaustion. The disinterest. The agitation.

can you imagine it? Because if you can’t maybe you shouldn’t be writing articles about it for cosmo

3 thoughts on “What a load of bollocks

  1. damn nigga, it’s like I’m reading about myself. but it was just recently that I’ve found out it’s called bipolar, cos I never had money for psychiatrists & shit. and in my country going to psychiatrist is a big disgrace, so people don’t talk about that kind of stuff. and if you can’t fit anywhere, you’re not welcome anywhere, so it only makes it worse.

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      1. “Paranoia. Anxiety. The black cloud that sits over me most of the time. The exhaustion. The disinterest. The agitation.” – that’s my normal state too, so I’m obviously not okay, but it is what it is so fuck it. You keep going cos there’s something that keeps you going, and in my case that’s actually the craziest part, so I can’t help myself but laugh when I think about it. Really. Life is a tragedy AND a comedy at the same tame, I’m sure you realize that. You see, I just can’t get along with people so I’m unemployed and pretty much left on my own, but I got my ways of making money that is just enough for me to survive. And somehow I’ve recently managed to build a music studio for myself in a rented place that I can barely pay for, cos making music is what I wanna do. And my ears are kinda fucked up, I don’t hear very well – that’s the crazy part. So I’m probably destined to fail, but I keep going, cos I can’t help it. And when you think about it, you just have to admit it’s a fucking comedy.

        Real Niggaz Don’t Die

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