For the past week I have been having crazy ass wild mood swing. Crazy ass.
For no reason whatsoever I will get piss off with random people. Some poor dude crossing the street would be the victim of my dagger filled hate stare. And he was doing nothing else but crossing the street. Than of course I'll be really happy and I would smile at complete random strangers. Those big huge smiles, ones you reserved for friends you haven't seen in 7 years. And let's not forget the paranoia. "Why is that chick staring at me?What the fuck, bitch? Do I owe you money?" when in truth she's just checking out the ad on the wall behind me. And now as I typed this, I'm depressed as hell.
Extreme highs and extreme lows.
Moments like these makes me wonder if I really am..... bipolar.