I can measure my happiness by two things: My nails and my dreams.
Short nails mean stress (because I've bitten them down). Long nails mean contentment.
Bad dreams mean my life is going super freaking well. Good dreams mean I'm probably going through a bad time.
My dreams balance me out in a big way. They keep my (alleged) bipolar from getting the best of me.
Seriously when do I get to say I'm not bipolar anymore? It's been four years.
Well it will be on Thanksgiving when I get to celebrate my four year crazi-versary. Hah.
Hit up this youtube channel...for-real the BEST MUSIC. MrSuicideSleep. Or you can just follow along as I only plan to post songs from there for the forseeable future.
Short nails mean stress (because I've bitten them down). Long nails mean contentment.
Bad dreams mean my life is going super freaking well. Good dreams mean I'm probably going through a bad time.
My dreams balance me out in a big way. They keep my (alleged) bipolar from getting the best of me.
Seriously when do I get to say I'm not bipolar anymore? It's been four years.
Well it will be on Thanksgiving when I get to celebrate my four year crazi-versary. Hah.
Hit up this youtube channel...for-real the BEST MUSIC. MrSuicideSleep. Or you can just follow along as I only plan to post songs from there for the forseeable future.
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