Temper: Happy. Doll and Photo: Rory Stark
I do so much in the effort to not be offensive. It hurts a lot when someone starts drama. It seems like no matter how hard I try, people think I’m just out to start crap. You know what it boils down to? Honesty.
I’m serious. I’ll be completely honest with someone. No judgement, just the truth. Person A gets offended by my candor, and runs to Person B and tells them that I was inferring something outrageous.
That’s just not the case. The truth is, if I think you are doing something wrong, I will tell you. If I am mad at you, I will tell you. If I seem distant, or just not as overwhelmingly friendly as normal, please just bear in mind that I may be having a bad day, damn-it!
Sorry, had to get that out there.
On another note, my meds have stopped working. I’m not depressed, or suicidal, thank God. I am, however, manic. And I don’t just mean “slow down you are talking to fast” type manic. I mean the “I haven’t slept in a week, why are you talking to me, and oh, by the way, why are you in the personal bubble I grew 5 minutes ago?!” type of manic. It’s hard to focus for too long, and every little interaction is strained.
Sorry if the editing isn’t the best, I’ve already corrected over 50 errors. 53. Okay, I’m going to stop counting. 55. Okay, really, I am stopping, this is ridiculous. (56)
On the plus side, I’ve been getting a lot done, and (mostly) enjoying myself. I’m a bit oversensitive, and a little more socially awkward than normal, but, thems the pits, buddy. I am trying to go a few days without any caffeine to see if that helps me slow down, but so far, no luck.
On an unrelated note, I’m tired of being an uptight prude on the blog that is supposed to be my outlet, so here goes: FUCK!
*giggle* Yes, kids, this blog may now be nsfw. You have been warned.
Cynthia
Rory