after a while you realize thatthought catalogonly catalogsthe same thoughtsover and over againso you stop submittingand you stop readingbecause after a whileyou learn that it doesn’t matter. after a while you realize thatthe sweater you loved (just) yesterdayis a sweater you only feelquite so-so aboutand so you discard it,without any explanation,and even though it wasthrough no fault […]
When they told me I was bipolar, I didn’t understand. I mean, I knew about mania. Everyone who’s worth reading in the hipster scene that I so desperately want to be a part of has mania, so that, I knew. And I knew about depression because everyone who wants to be a writer is “depressed”. […]
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