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sad panda
03.07.05 10:48 p.m.

I am going going gone completely fucking nuts. I am almost out of control. Last night was horrible. I sliced myself up with a razor and during an argument with Greg he stormed off walking away and I ran him down in the car. OK I didn�t run him over, more like �tapped� him with the front bumper� 5 times� until he realized I was going to do that to him the whole way to his house and he got into the car (after checking to make sure I didn�t have any weapons or wasn�t planning to hurt him anymore�). Yes he deserves it, but still�. I twitch nearly constantly, I see things, all I want to do is hurt people, I have no patience and only temper, I scratch myself till I bleed� it�s like back before I met Lon, and the other really bad time, the six mos before I started using heroin. Back then I�d drive back roads with my lights off not slowing for stop signs or lights. Im getting to be that bad. I have no idea how to counteract all of this. Before getting preggo it was part meditation, and part marijuana to control my moods. I haven�t had any decent meditation time since then, it�s very hard to do while not stoned. Not only do I worry about the next six months, I also worry that my body wont right itself again after giving birth and that I�ll have to try meds again, or worse, reboot my body with methadone or H.


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


AFTER


WHAT'S MY NAME?!?