eating

Its 4am, and I’m awake.

This happens because I’m taking Seroquel. I also think I’m becoming a little dependent on it. I started taking two, just so I can get to sleep faster. I’m not use to going to sleep at 10pm every night. I don’t know what I’m going go do about the weekends.

I’ve been having crazy dreams. They seem so real. I try to write them down, but sometime they fade away fast. The last one I wrote down was about killers, which is weird because tonight my fiance woke up and told me about a dream where there was a killer in the house. I sometimes have a dream about a house, where I can’t get upstairs, but something or someone is up there killing people. I always end up running outside. I told myself next time I dream that dream, I’m going upstairs to face it….

These are really just rants. My mood is okay, my stomach is full with raisin bread and butter, which I just ate. If I stay up too long, my mind will start running, and running.

Bipolar is a fucking loser boy in high school.