My name is Ashley. 23. Arizona. Bipolar disorder. Anxiety. PTSD. Trigger Warning.
That moment when you realise your “friend” is actually the reason for you being sad and self-doubting all the time, so you dump them, but you’re still stuck with them being the good guy, who “doesn’t know” what they did wrong.
- Angry Late Night Me
“Best Friend”
I can’t wait for the day to come where your name no longer crosses my mind.
Where I no longer long for the memories which seemed so sweet at the time,
yet were so toxic.
Toxic.
Nobody notices how sad you are until it turns into anger………..now you crazy and need help
You can’t look up yourself in a dictionary.
You can be a noun, a verb, a pronoun, or an adjective.
You have too many meanings.
You are undefinable.
being bipolar is wild when you feel okay you feel like you’ve been faking the whole time when you’re depressed you forget you’ve ever felt anything different and when you’re manic the idea of you being mentally ill is absurd because you’re ready to fight god
How are you going to look at me with the same eyes that see sunshine in me and try to convince me you aren’t radiant?
- [i.r.]
[03.24.21.]
I’m sorry I’m not good / cute / smart / thin / happy enough.
