i’m coming down after 4 days but i wish it were 3 because the number 3 has so much more significance to it. i could’ve written a terrible poem about it. i’ll probably just lie and write a bad poem about it anyway. 

i like the motion of scrolling and clicking a little heart it’s very comforting thank you

this is awful and i’m being sincere it’s awful to have this much energy and no focus or motivation just repetitive tasks over and over redundancy and 64 hours on 3 hours of sleep i can’t go to the hospital i have to work but i want to die and this is the first time i’ve been purely manic and i can’t stand it i will pull out all my hair i can’t talk to anyone i’m too afraid but i’ll talk to tumblr because all 1000+ aren’t actually real people who can affect me i’m so scared this is what my therapist means when she says i hold people emptionally hostage but you’re not people you are machines in front of people 

foie:

study

study

stu die

stugh die

ugh die