Sleep has become a suggestion. My
therapist says I’m manic-bipolar II. Maybe I am. I don’t really care either
way…is that indicative that I am bipolar?
I’m hungry all the time and 20 lbs
heavier than I was last year. I have nothing and everything to do. I’m in love
with each and every and no boys.
So, after a night of work, coffee, and
friends, I closed my eyes to the silence of my ringer. Because these boys I
love so much never call. And despite my full life of full friends, I find the
silence of the phone the most prominent part of my present tense. Now the
lights are on.
This pattern won’t stop, I make men
everything. They create me for the day. I give them the highest priority in
determining my mood, they control this THIS ice queen. So again, I ask: where
do I go?