Music playing inside my head, I am a summer storm (took my booster meds so this crap doesn't make me manic). I feel so right. I have three friends. I've never had three friends before. I'm safe. I'm at peace. My future is the color of a sunrise, not bright, but beautiful and as it should be.
I swear to Christ I had this shit on lock. Staying in a tight band. Eating right and sleeping right and taking my meds. I was where a lot of us get to if we're lucky, and I was grateful for it. Then I locked myself out of my goddam apartment and had to sleep on a friends couch and had to stay up late for an assignment. Fucked up my sleep like a motherfucker now I'm bouncing around up and down like an idiot. Three hours ago I was dancing around making jokes now I'm crying in bed. Hate this game. Hate how it's a goddam slog to build the machinery that keeps us stable and it takes a grain of sand to destroy it. Whatever. I'm a fighter. Back to it.