Contaminated
The day I got diagnosed with bipolar disorder was the day I chased my best friend down the street with a butterfly knife.
The day I got diagnosed with bipolar disorder was the day I chased my best friend down the street with a butterfly knife.
At my mother's funeral, my ex-boyfriend's mother told my husband about how many hours I spent sitting in her driveway handing tools to her son while he worked on his car.
I probably should not have been so surprised by the odd look the couple in the other truck gave me when they saw me brushing my teeth as I drove down the street in mine.
My mother just told me that my father accidently had a ladder delivered to my apartment and my first thought was "How big of a ladder?" instead of "Why did he do that?"
One night on ecstasy, I stopped a fight between two drag queens in the ladies restroom and then I made them give each other a hug.
Sometimes when I get really mad I imagine myself yelling at countries, saying things like "Switzerland, you jerk!"