do i have bi-polar disorder? yes. am i manic right now. yes. am i high? yes. do i give a fuck about any of that? no. fuck the va, fuck the pills, fuck the diagnosis, fuck bi-polar, and fuck charlie sheen. i own this shit. oh no don't let me have a period of time when i have heightened creativity and intellect where i have more energy and require less sleep. who would want that? last time i was manic i wrote a book of bad ass meaningful poetry based on my early life. i'm a left handed, aquarian, male infj with an IQ of 146. i own fucking mania. im kindhearted and respectful but if you try to hurt someone i love i will slide into thug AJ mode. go after some one i care about and i will flip the switch and make you a legend. you will be on the news. but thats not me and its not who i want to be. but its honest and sincere and i would only allow myself that side if it was as a protector. but really i only NEED 4 things in life. food shelter a bad ass friend who is down for life and an amazing woman to love. other than that? fuck it. although it seems my spirit gets the better of me and i date these angry republican women with body image issues that control them. but they have kids with no active father and i can't hurt them like that so i end up married and lonely at the same time. its cool though another fresh start. its whatever cause i'm still a badass capable of happiness and providing happiness. but yeah i own this shit. i turn mania into hyper creativity and write and play guitar and love and see beauty where others find commonplace. have a great night
