imagine if you went to go see a horror movie but it was just a slide show of your middle school selfies for an hour
just because your idea of a good time is curling up with a book and hers is doing tequila shots does not make you a better person than her
So last night my mate woke up to find me a twitchy, babbling mess who was demanding to talk to the crisis team. I wasnt depressed or suicidal I was laughing and jabbering and bouncing off the walls. I am mortified he saw me like that. I called the crisis team and spent ages telling the man he was lovely and that I felt strange and laughed like a nutter and rolled about on the floor.
I still feel twitchy. I have no idea what happened to me. I lost my mind.
I am feeling feelings that ive not felt since i was 17 and not good feelings, theyre wierd feelings. they feel cakey.
edit: cakey makes sense