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I locked the doors but he never came home anyways.

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I locked the doors but he never came home anyways.
11.06.06 11:46 a.m.

Well i thought he might try to come home last night, knowing that he wouldn't. I wasn't HOPING he would come, hell I even locked the doors. This morning when I was doing chores for the landlady I had to get the hoses off all the spigets. She said the pipes burst on her last year. It was the last job on the list and Cass had been fussing the whole morning and it was getting out of hand. I was trying to rush through this last job but one of the hoses was really rusted onto the spiget and I thought "fuck this I'll just get Greg to do it when he gets home" then I thought "oh yeah, duh" and I had to move landlady's huge gas grill out of the way for me to get back in there but with just a little bit more pressure I got the hose to start unthreading. Pretty symbolic of how things are going to be around here for a while. Just a little bit harder. I'm going to have to remember that I just need to do slightly more work. My brain is still stuck in fat & lazy mode, like I keep thinking "I can't do that" "I cant sit there" or "I cant fit through there" "That'll hurt my knees" etc. Greg didn't help out that much around here so it won't be that much more work. Sink or swim, right? God I want his shit out of here RIGHT NOW....

I'm depressed for Cassidy. All morning it's been "dah-dee, dah-dee, dah-dee" goin room to room looking for him. How much will this affect her? Did I just set her up for Borderline Personality Disorder? And am I going to be able to keep my Bipolar symptoms in check and not be so goddamned crazy all the time? (In my head just now went "survey says... eeeeeent!" At least I'll be one fucken hot psychopath. The best camouflage. I'm thinking meds. I dunno. How effective would something be when the dosage would have to be constantly re-evaluated due to my weight loss... and how am I getting to all those appts, and affording the co pays? I couldnt handle it the last time and we tried for two years to find the right meds... No no, that's fine, I don't mind being crazy & going crazier. I'm not wearing tinfoil hats yet or anything.


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?


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