В СССР всё спокойно. Московскую Академию наук не волнует, является ли параллелограмм трапецией.
Hey,guys that`s too much...
Yep-yep,bitching again,as usual...Well,it`s all about me.
I should`ve done it years before,but ... I`m in a state of war with my bipolar disorder...and it fucking hurts so much.
I don`t know if I`m capable to fight it.I`ve been fighting a good fight from...ugh,let me think...since I was a little child and for Gods' sake I`m so tired.
Fuck...How can i hold on if there`s no light in the end of the tunnel,if there`s so much shit all around!?
It gets to me...
And it`s too late,cause I`m just chasing shadows in the dark...
Oh,Lord,oh,Lord, why?
It`s like metal fatigue...and,you know,you just can`t change it, no way.It`s how things keep going but the feeling of betrayal and helplessness and wrongness,goddammit...I feel totally mindblown.
You know it,but I`ll remind anyway:there`s at least one thing about everything that irks me.Just in case.
Okay,I won`t beat around the bush:
I`ve never had a panic attack before,but I`ve heard about what they`re like.The whole hyperventilating like crazy,shaking as you`re sick,throat suddely tight as fuck...deal seemed pretty mild to me when I was just being told about the symtoms,but now I`m kinda breathing fast as hell and trembling a little and I can`t swallow right and it really, really scare me.I feel like I`m going to fucking explode.
Don`t start the fucking hysterics.I`ll be okay. Eventhough I consider blowing up like a fucking volcano on smbd,consider tearing some papers apart,consider destroying something beautiful,consider simply crying until I drown in a sea of tears...i`ll do none of this.Nothing.Zilch.
To be frank and completely faithful:I won`t do anything and I don`t give a flying fuck.
Don`t try to foolishly help, please,it`s so fucking infuriating.
Finally.I`m able to keep the car running.I`m shure I`ll be okay(oh fuck really?),I`ll cope with it somehow,throw confetti ewerywhere.
I`ll do this a billion times again,noone`s guilty.I just went insane for some time and then kinda died and I`m still not revived.
Yep-yep,bitching again,as usual...Well,it`s all about me.
I should`ve done it years before,but ... I`m in a state of war with my bipolar disorder...and it fucking hurts so much.
I don`t know if I`m capable to fight it.I`ve been fighting a good fight from...ugh,let me think...since I was a little child and for Gods' sake I`m so tired.
Fuck...How can i hold on if there`s no light in the end of the tunnel,if there`s so much shit all around!?
It gets to me...
And it`s too late,cause I`m just chasing shadows in the dark...
Oh,Lord,oh,Lord, why?
It`s like metal fatigue...and,you know,you just can`t change it, no way.It`s how things keep going but the feeling of betrayal and helplessness and wrongness,goddammit...I feel totally mindblown.
You know it,but I`ll remind anyway:there`s at least one thing about everything that irks me.Just in case.
Okay,I won`t beat around the bush:
I`ve never had a panic attack before,but I`ve heard about what they`re like.The whole hyperventilating like crazy,shaking as you`re sick,throat suddely tight as fuck...deal seemed pretty mild to me when I was just being told about the symtoms,but now I`m kinda breathing fast as hell and trembling a little and I can`t swallow right and it really, really scare me.I feel like I`m going to fucking explode.
Don`t start the fucking hysterics.I`ll be okay. Eventhough I consider blowing up like a fucking volcano on smbd,consider tearing some papers apart,consider destroying something beautiful,consider simply crying until I drown in a sea of tears...i`ll do none of this.Nothing.Zilch.
To be frank and completely faithful:I won`t do anything and I don`t give a flying fuck.
Don`t try to foolishly help, please,it`s so fucking infuriating.
Finally.I`m able to keep the car running.I`m shure I`ll be okay
I`ll do this a billion times again,noone`s guilty.I just went insane for some time and then kinda died and I`m still not revived.