Tales From the Dark Side

My doctor told me to avoid contact with people so as to not lose anymore friends. She told me that I am not allowed to make new friends or do anything permanent to my body.

I am still angry and easily aggravated. I hope this medication is the one that actually works.
It's hard to talk to friends when they really don't get it, they won't tell me when I have said something inappropriate, or have hurt them by being too harsh verbally. I know I am an emotional time bomb. There's been no hiding that. And I am not denying any fault... but if people are going to walk around on eggshells around me then how am I to learn that I have done something wrong.
Especially when these people are supposed to be my friends.
Fiends speak to one another, tell the truth - whether it be harsh or hurtful.
Yes, you protect each other, but you don't let hurt simmer underneath until it boils over into one big mess.
But that's just my humble opinion.

Labels: bi-polar, friendship, insanity

It's been interesting to say he least.
This crossover from one medication to the other.
The side effects are just ridiculous.
Right now I am ready to kill, maim, or destroy anything that irks me in any way.
Nothing is safe, nothing is too innocent.

I sit on the couch... and I hate it. I can picture myself taking a hacksaw to it and sending it to cushion heaven. The computer, with it's annoying pop-ups that aren't being blocked by either pop-up blocker annoy me to the points I want to toss the effing thing out the effing window.
My arms don't feel like they should be attached to my body, they are uncomfortable, awkward and wrong. Sometimes I want to pull them off.

The doctor says it's probably temporary, and hopes it passes soon.
I have to agree.
Cause frankly I am not the most pleasant person to be around right now.
I feel bad for the bird and the cat.