You know, I write and I write but I don't ever seem to finish anything. Hell I have 5 or 6 blogs waiting to be published. Its just nothing ever sounds right, my purpose is never laid out on the table.

But I write now. Today is a shitty day. And I did hypomanic actions that never rectify the problem, just worsen it. Don't blame the disease, why the hell not? I"m pissed and feeling sorry for my situation in life...letting it feed the dark man who is whispering to me the most hellish things. Help?

At least I"m writing.

Oh and the picture? It is my interpretation on this: There is a purple penguin pooh, a bumblebee pooh, a purple bunny pooh, and a hamster pooh, to name a few. I end up with the blue canary.... *cough*