we're all fucking romantics at heart.

admit it, everyone of you cynical, heart-broken, jaded bitter people. you're only where you are because you're a romantic.

i think i may be bipolar. or am i just being paranoid? oh great. so im either bipolar, or suffer from paranoia. either way it isnt good. but then again while it got me really worried and in a frenzy, i took a moment in my tracks and thought about it. what the fuck man. so what if i am bipolar or paranoid? doesn't make a diff, cause that means i've been like that since. since before before, so it doesn't matter. its me baby.

i read about the treatment and the drugs. it lulls you. it numbs you. its like. like living life to the brian eno song deep blue day- muted. bah. i dunno. i will ask my parents.