Changing the Frequency of Thought

Bipolarity, borderline and toxicity combined.

Alcohol, drugs, substances, emotions, from sweetness to sickness is just a small step. I see love at the same level with fear, It gives you goosebumps, it takes courage to love.

I hate you, look at me, I fucking hate you! Come back, answer me, it was nothing. Love me faster, I mean, harder, I’m sorry! What’s that borderline? Is that a disease? It’s ok, I can live with it, but not without, you.

Wait, doesn’t that mean that I’m feeding my disease? Do you need a break? Oh really now? Fuck off! Don’t worry, I won’t call you, I’m just going to watch out for myself and do sports, eat healthily.

Why aren’t we on the same frequency anymore? What do you mean you’re not a fucking radio? Stop it! I didn’t mean that you know it. What? If you hang up I will never call you again, I swear! So what if I’m an atheist, I can still swear, FUCK YOU!

Don’t you dare feed my writing with breakups ’cause I might go viral, don’t make me rich! I cured my addiction because of you and then, you became one.

Please come back, I think this bridge is going to fall I can’t hold it any longer, we did this together! Don’t you dare back up from murder? I wish I could spit on my grave, So that I can humiliate myself.

What do you mean by “You’re already doing that?” Fuck.

Thank you Diana C. for this amazing prompt and opportunity, it flowed so naturally.