The twists and turns life can throw still astonish me. For awhile there I was certain that I’d been through as much hell as possible without and it was finally my time to enjoy more than fleeting , I was foolhardy and impulsive.

is a short man, but his charisma is impetuous. Napoleon comes to mind for some damn reason, probably because I’m toking, listening to my playlist and having dozens of thoughts sweep through my mind every millisecond.

When I’m happy, I’m extremely happy, but it’s a very short-lived burst. Then something else tragic or devastating happens and poof, everything disintegrates so quickly I am left wondering if it was all just a dream.

I got swept up in my relationship with Paul. I was considering having his baby within six weeks of meeting him; little did I know I was already carrying his babies1 Surely, I should’ve known it was possible. After all we were fucking like rabbits and never used protection. I was living second to second without considering consequences.

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BipolarChick


  1. When I went to the doctor the 11th, the doctor told me he thought I had carried twins because the amount of pain, blood loss, and loss. [↩]