bipolar

you're amazing yet you make me cry,
your obliviousness frustrates me to no end, yet at the same time gives me peace of mind.
that's a lie.
peace of mind...when was the last time that happened? i can scarecely remember, and yet it must have been only a few weeks ago...
how time flies when you're contemplating jumping off a bridge.
today i cried a lot, the tears were triggered by poetry, however not in the conventional way - that being the words of the poem were so beautiful that they impacted me emtionally - rather, my aversion to poetry became intensified and rekindled the dull ache that has been acquired of late.
i acknowledge that this post isn't particularly good, however as this blog is appropriately titled; 'a spillage of overprocessed thought', i thought it was fitting to blog at a time when my head is about to explode with thoughts bombarding me from every which way.
confused.
overwhealmed.
unable to write properly.
in a nutshell:

UGH!