My guts are pretty much falling out. I'm not sure if it is stress, IBS, or a giant intestinal parasite (which would be kinda cool). I feel like crap-o-la. Eating worsens the issue so I'm avoiding food. Which makes me more tired and nauseated in the end. This is stupid. So I'm done writing now. Nap time.
I have bipolar disorder which is a total blast. No, I do not write in this blog for pity or to wallow in my troubles. I blog for two reasons: 1.) It is incredibly therapeutic for me since I don't talk to anyone face to face about these things, and 2.) my words sometimes help others who are rocking out with similar issues. Which is rad. I'm all about some teamwork here.
I'm not out on a mission to offend your delicate sensibilities. So if you don't like something I write, I suggest you pull the panties out of your bum and exit the blog. Nasty comments aren't cool, and they make me cry.