Fuck, fuck fuck.
Why do I even have a savings account? The minute I get hypo, it’s like all the dollars just decide they want out. And so I wake up a week later, with nothing to show for it but a whole lotta receipts and zeros.
This has to stop.
[Naming the ups and downs of bipolar, one feel at a time]
Fuck, fuck fuck.
Why do I even have a savings account? The minute I get hypo, it’s like all the dollars just decide they want out. And so I wake up a week later, with nothing to show for it but a whole lotta receipts and zeros.
This has to stop.