And I know it. I recently had 14 people try to put a restraining order against me. I was toying with their minds using word karate. Then, I showed up at the workplace and protested and scream from the top of my lung about the injustice that I faced while working there. I use Facebook as a tool To contacting them and all thier friends and getting information on them and their friends. I know I’m a little psycho but they push my buttons and they drew first blood.
I'm free to learn the karate, fuck them hoes and be naughtayy Bipolar club here too, I'm right at the bottom at the moment. Bottom where no life dwells! And I'm fightin! I'm fighting hard!
That was two years ago, well maybe year and a half. Since then I started my own business and everything was going great. I have an employee that has been in prison for one and a half years for his fifth DUI. I had work with his brother before and I thought I would give him a chance. Since he didn’t have a license, I had to pick him up and drop him off every day. I paid him decently $16 an hour. One time when we were working he got mad about how we were doing something and called me slow and old. I could tell he had been drinking, that’s why he was talking so much crap. I fired him right there. I talked with Brother and gave him a second chance. After about a month I started to notice tools missing. I asked him about it and he denied it and he said it was because of an organization and that it was probably there. Another week goes by, and I’m looking for a tool and it’s not there. I know he is stealing my tools. I tell him to gather anything he has and that I can’t use him no more. He waits for his mom to pick him up and I look in his tool bag and I see a couple pools of mine. I didn’t want to confront at that time. I probably should have. After we had parted ways I decided to contact him and asked for my tools back. He denied And said that I was stealing tools from him. This really pissed me off. I asked him what tools that I stole from him. He said a weedeater and a blower. Ludacris. I grab the weedeater and blower and drove as fast as I can go to his house to return them although they were mine. I paid for them at a garage sale. Apparently he thinks he did. Not sure how. When I get to his house he is not there. We are texting back-and-forth and he’s calling me a loser, crazy stupid. I get to his house and I bodyslam the weedeater and blower right in front of front door. Not once but 10 times. His neighbor comes out and I tell him your neighbor Is a thief. And I left. Apparently they caught it all on video. The next day I decide to stick at his house. I watch his mom leave for work. I watch his dad leave for work being picked up by his brother. After they leave I see two guys come over. I could tell they were going there to smoke a blunt on the back porch. So I went into the parking lot behind their building and yelled hey . I want my Tools back. You either get them back or I’m gonna kick your ass. He doesn’t come out what a pussy. I returned two hours later with the police. Just like I had threatened. The police didn’t find my tools but they have to ask for them. The police are useless but I knew it would scare him. Since then, I made a Facebook account and got him 5000 friends from around the world. With the exact account or picture that he has. Then, all I did was friend request him. Am I over the top? I feel like I am. I’m trying my best to control my anger but it gets the best of me. I know this is long and some won’t read it. TLDR. I know the terms
I use voice recognition. I will go back and clean it up when I have time. I’m not in that mood right now
One of my best female friends was bipolar. She's sadly passed on now. It's a misunderstood mental issue.
Is that the same as Mania? I'm on pills! I said I'd never do it, but it got too serious for me. I found myself driving well past the limitations of myself and my vehicle, on my own, hoping if fall off the side of a cliff. I pulled over. I rang my wife, I said I needed help... She coerced me to see somebody. I'm very thankful.
I remember you saying before you werent interested in medication. But, ya gotta do what ya gotta do. Hindsight being what it is, I kick myself for basically giving up 2 years of my life to depression because I was too stubborn to take medication. I'm glad you pulled over and called her
I Scandinavian flicked across this hill top.. I parked and couldn't believe I'd actually gotten away with if. I was laughing hysterically, like the biggest thrill of my life but I knew it was dangerous. I'd become what I always complain about, a dickhead on the road. A future statistic. I phoned her in hysterics. She told me to park and wait, I didn't know what for we only have the one car atm. We chatted on whatsapp she said she was on her way. She came with a work friend, Tonez, big Tonez! The New York boy. Mayunn Joss we need to sort this shit out aiight, don't wanna hear no fucken bullshit about it. I had to break down to the psychiatrist , she said I had been umm keeping everything bottled away, she said I'm imploding in on myself, exploding out of myself. She told me I had to get away from things, that's why we went away for few days. she gave me 2 scripts, I got them... I didn't want to take them, but I did.. Right now I haven't felt like this since I can't remember. I feel qwerky, I feel energised, I feel confident, i feel humored. I feel like I'm somewhat back to my older self. I'm making jokes with friends again, I'm taking the piss out of things again. I'm smiling. I've been working out, I've been eating healthy. I even ate those fish fingers. I feel like going out, we are going out... I feel I'm on the knife edge of being alright and being really down again. I have a clear mind about some things, I have negative feelings towards other things that I can comprehend now, specifically friendships but I realise they were false. Although it's negative thinking, it's actually positive because I can see through it now, or so I feel. I feel that some folks are opportunistic with my friendship. I'm there to talk to when they're down, but I feel no reciprocation. The psych asked how do my friends help... I said I guess they don't, I'm just convenient to them.. It opened my eyes. Not all my friends just some. I did away with it, let it go, uplifting. I'm about as good right now as I have been in what feels like years.
I just came down from one. I know I should be on medication and I try to self medicate with food and marijuana but does not always work. Seems I can go while but then about six months then I get angry about something. I lose my mind I don’t want to go to jail. I need to get this under control
