One

Give me a reason to get out of bed.

Jump Ship

Beginning to get that sinking feeling again.

Erroneous

Love is for fucking fools.

No. 1

No more saying sorry!

New Year, Better Me

One of the hardest things is literally getting yourself up out of bed everyday to begin your day. You do that, you're already succeeding at life.

Notice I didn't say new year, new me? Because if it weren't for everything that had happened to you in the past, the good and the bad, then you really wouldn't be the person you are and have become. 

So think about it, can you remember who you were before society told you who you should be?

Learning to love yourself is another difficult task in life. The best advice I can give about that, as someone who has a major love/hate relationship with herself with every changing moment, is to do everything at your own pace. Learn to love yourself on your own terms. Nothing was every accomplished without some form of lasting and genuine commitment. Whatever it is, learning a new hobby, or even stepping outside for 10 minutes for a day- all big accomplishments. 2015, be fearless.

Melancholia

I don't want to feel anymore.

It hurts to breathe every second while trying not to feel like crying.

Fall

"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall"- F. Scott Fitzgerald

So this is love.

Yep

Totally jinxed it. Royally fucked it up again.

I Never Knew

I never knew that life could be like this. A continuous stream of steady happiness. Yes, interruptions occur once in a while, but they're always manageable and we are here now, together. I'm so glad we had another chance, I love you. It's weird not being the sad girl anymore. My meds are finally established in a formula that works after almost 3 years, I am on my career pathway and in grad school, and I'm in love with a man who gets me and loves me for who I am and not for what. Alright, I'm done, nobody wants to hear the happy girl boast. But I have avoided blogging since for I feared jinxing my situation. Talking about it makes it real and then it's able to be taken away. Cheers, lovers.

"Love" doesn't exist

But pain does, and it always demands to be felt. 

No one will ever love the bipolar girl.