Oh, man. Before I found out what was bipolar, I lived like this... and then I lived, wondering who that depressed asshole was because he wasn't me and this party was never going to end except it did. Everything ends. It's all so... pointless. Party! I want to die. (Repeat).
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Date: 2014-06-11 02:31 pm (UTC)I'm saying that you nailed it.