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talking makes it easier, but I'm so ashamed. mania mania mania. at least I'm aware. or maybe it is better to not be aware.

I'm keeping myself from cutting my own hair.

I want to write but the ideas are packed in, fighting and yelling over each other.

I need you.

hate my brain, hate it. why is it sometimes I love the mania? sometimes I can ride it like a wave, and get things done, and revel in the flying feelings.

now it's so jumbled and it hurts and I hate my brain.

this is the worst.

this icon is a lie.

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( I cut my hair and here's proof! )

my mom is mad at me. she says when I'm manic that it's hell.

I guess I should go to a salon tomorrow and see if they can make it more mom-friendly. on wednesday I'm going to meg's school and mom doesn't want to be embarrassed, I guess.

I feel much better than I did this morning, thanks to you guys, here and in IM.

also, I bought an interfaith haggadah. spending money you don't have is a symptom of bipolar, too. mania.

I told mom I bought it and now she's mad because I was supposed to buy a fan for meg's room. I forgot.

tell me something awesome?