Olivia Decker
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Lost
These are my thoughts and how real bipolar depression can be. I just started writing and this is the outcome. As I sit on the hard wooden bench that was thoughtfully jimmy rigged with stuffing and fabric. I found myself staring blankly out the clear glass bay window with streaks of left over glass cleaner I don't know what to think. I'm looking through it like it really isn't even there. What ever it is I'm watching outside fly by, drive by, walk, run what ever it may be I don't have a single thought about. I'm numb. In a zombie type mode but still able to act accordingly. SOMETIMES! My mind, thoughts, emotions, all that is me gets the best of me. It's easier just to say fuck it sometimes and let be what's going to be.
By Olivia Decker7 years ago in Psyche