sometimes i feel stuck
in my current situation
or my current mood,
and thats okay.
thats alright.
the beauty of bipolar
is that the highs and
the lows dont stick
around forever.
they dont —
they dont.
and even if im feeling
frustrated/unheard/
stuck — even when
im feeling stuck
and held back
being in pgh,
i know to
listen
to
those
who know
whats best for
me. i know to do
that. i know im capable
of doing that. i know
im strong enough
to do that. i
know i
can
do
this.
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when i feel stuck,
i cry really hard.
and i put my
airpods in
and i
turn
off
the
lights
and i dance in my underwear.
straight up. thats my release.
and im a goofy dancer,
apparently hahah,
which is cool
cool cool —
i am
not
concerned
about how i look
when i dance really
hard. im not concerned
about what people think of
me when i dance really
hard. i, to be honest,
as much as i do
like attention,
i really do
not give
a fuck
what
people
think of me.
i really dont give
a fuck what anyone
thinks of the way i dance
or the way i write or
what i eat or how
i work out or
the jokes
i make.
i dont get
embarrassed.
i may have insecurities —
ummhh who the trill doesnt?
but i dont let them control
me. i do not give a fuck
what my insecurities
think about me.
imuhhh just
over here
dancin’
the
only way
i know how —
hard as fuck. super.
fucking. hard. i thinkk
i just like it hard — whatever
it is LMAOO i like to go big.
i like intense. i like huge.
but i like minimalism,
too. i really like
utility and
minima-
lism.
i can like
both of those
things equally
somehow bc im
umm im amazing??
bc im perfect??? lmao
who knows. all i know
is that i like it hard
and rough and
i love passion
and i lovee
to dance.
oorah.
///
i am strong.
i am stable.
i am okay.
